Chen Rong slowly rose to her feet.
She very slowly straightened her back and walked toward him.
In the large open hall, cool wind swirled her dress like a lotus flower in full bloom, outlining her small waist even more distinctly.
The prince’s eyes were glued to her body, unable to move away come what may.
There was a reticence in Chen Rong’s expression. Under her wide sleeves, her right hand slightly moved and in an instant a golden hairpin had fallen into her palm.
The prince squinted his eyes as he admired her swaying figure, smiling to the crowd at large: “This young lady comes on waves and steps on silks…”
His eyes shifted to her feet. He stroked his short graying beard and pleasantly said, “Next, I will send her to go barefoot on the gravel path. She’ll certainly sway side to side like a rose in the wind.”