While speaking, he turned and looked toward the door, his phoenix eyes squinting as he stared at Leng Yu Yan's retreating figure for a long moment, his handsome eyebrows immediately knitting together.
Seeing her dressed in close-fitting attire that highlighted her slender waist, making her appear like a man, yet still so graceful, he truly wished he could seize her on the spot and drag her back.
"Good!" Baili Shuo slapped the table, "After Zhengrong and the girl have checked the Prince's Mansion, I will issue an imperial decree. Your Highness must prepare a congratulatory gift, enjoy the wedding feast, and then return to Tiancheng."
Hearing this, Ye Yiheng's lips twitched, almost letting out a scoff of cold laughter and turning his face away.
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That night.
Princess Wen Yi secretly met with her supporters outside the palace.
