Facing the girls’ stunned eyes, she flapped her sleeves and pained herself with the tightening of her grip on the hairpin.
Chen Rong left the west wing.
Walking down the path that led to the main compound, the scents of cosmetics and sound of music gave forth a sense of prosperity. Chen Rong watched the steady stream of beauties as she suddenly thought:Does someone like the Prince of Nan’yang really deserve Ran Min and his men’s protection at the risk of their lives?