The carriage soon stopped in front of Cuiyue Building.
Stepping down from the carriage, Chu Baihan looked at the building that hadn't changed much in six years, her expression icy.
She never expected to come to this place in her lifetime.
"Princess, our Prince is already waiting for you in the side room."
A servant from Prince Residence immediately approached, speaking obsequiously.
"Lead the way," Nan Xing helped with a cold voice.
"Yes."
Walking up to the third floor, Chu Baihan and her company followed the servant into one of the private rooms.
Fortunately, it was not the same room as before; otherwise, Chu Baihan felt she would feel nauseated right now.
"Princess."
Upon seeing Chu Baihan entering, Wei Jin rose from his seat.
He was dressed in a jade-colored brocade robe today, holding a fan covered in poetry, and seemed quite presentable.
Only his naked gaze still revealed the filthy thoughts in his heart.
