Zhao Yang eagerly opened the brocade box to find a stunning gold hairpin adorned with white jade plum blossoms. The petals were delicately carved from white jade, with a gemstone embedded at the center, its design exquisitely intricate.
Her heart pounded, and she couldn't suppress the smile tugging at her lips. She fastened the hairpin herself, beaming as she declared, "This princess adores this hairpin."
Yan Yunting rarely gave her gifts.
Every present he had ever given her, Zhao Yang cherished with utmost care.
As Yan Yunting took in her radiant smile, his gaze wavered for an imperceptible moment before he bowed and retreated to the section reserved for male guests.
...
At the far end of the seating area, Shen Wei silently observed everything.
Ugh, what a scoundrel.
Clearly harboring feelings for Zhao Yang, yet unable to let go of Tantai Rou—a two-timing cad.
Just as Shen Wei was inwardly lambasting Yan Yunting, a gentle voice reached her ears: "Lady Shen?"
