“There’s a group of young ladies blocking the road ahead,” Old Shang replied.
Not waiting for Chen Rong to inquire again, women’s cheers and screams erupted.
Amid the deafening din, a girl cried in mesmerization: “Qilang, Qilang, if you have gone out then why don’t you reveal your face to us? Don’t intoxicate me with the wait.”
She had used ‘intoxicate’ rather ingeniously. A dozen women abruptly laughed. “Aye aye, please reveal your face and intoxicate us all.”
“Qilang, we never get to see you. If I can’t see your face today even with this encounter, then wouldn’t that be too cruel?”
“Qilang, let me see you.”
Amid the waves of laughter, Old Shang smilingly said, “Miss, Wang Qilang is here. His carriage is stopped by the young ladies.”
Chen Rong gave a hum in reply. She slowly raised the curtain and looked ahead.
At the same time, Wang Hong’s curtain also lifted. In the screaming, his handsome face and pure white appearance appeared in front of Chen Rong.
Snow continued to fall from the sky – the earth a vast expanse of white. Dressed in the same color, he smiled at the female congregation, and just like that, Chen Rong felt as though the most dazzling star from above had descended among them.
This was how he would always be. Regardless where and when, his appearance would always blind others into feeling that the world was as beautiful as a dream.
Chen Rong looked at him awhile and then lowered her gaze to wryly say: “How can I harbor feelings for a man made of jade and moonlight like him?”
She decisively pulled her curtain down and said to Old Shang: “Take another road.”
“Aye.” He drove the carriage into another path.
After half an hour, Chen Rong’s ride arrived outside of the prince’s estate.
The mansion was built in a very extravagant style. The walls were so high that the large marble exuded a majestic and impregnable aura against the snowy background.
Chen Rong glanced at the armed guards standing on both sides of the gate as she said to Old Shang: “Don’t dither, go on.”
“Aye.”
They queued behind a dozen other carriages. By the time it was her turn, a quarter of an hour had passed.
A guard respectfully asked, “Which clan does the young lady belong to? Please present your name card.”
Old Shang pleasantly said, “My mistress has come with her uncle, but we’ve fallen behind…”
Not waiting for him to finish, the guard loudly shouted, “Name card!”
While Old Shang faltered, Chen Rong’s voice rose from inside, “Let us go home.”
Old Shang hedged. With everyone’s eyes looking at them, he chuckled again, turned and said to the guard, “We’re leaving, then.”
At this point, a young scholar walked up behind the guard and raised his voice to ask: “I see that this is one of the young ladies from the Chen estate. Is she Ah Rong of the Chen House?”
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Chen Rong was surprised as well. Recognizing the familiarity in his voice, she quickly looked through the curtain slit and found that he was Chen Sanlang’s friend, Zhang Xiang. But how could he be in the prince’s estate?
Amid Chen Rong’s silence, Old Shang replied: “Aye, my mistress is Ah Rong of the Chen House.”
The guard stepped back and loudly said, “Ah Rong of the Chen House? Of coure she may come in. This way.”
Chen Rong lifted her curtain when Old Shang hollered at the horses. Wearing a blue and purple dress, the exquisitely beautiful girl appeared before everyone’s eyes.