Murong Xue's mind recalled that unparalleled ancient attire.
"The inner skirt lines were very form-fitting, and the outer draped white plum blossom cloak was quite grand and classy. Especially that slender waist, simply enchanting. The ink-black hair was lightly tied up, only adorned with a jade hairpin. When she raised her hand to shield from the sun, the exposed skin was really as smooth as condensed cream. Though her expression under the light veil seemed cold, her eyes were clear. Bro, this girl is excellent, definitely a beauty, interested?"
Murong Han couldn't help but flick her forehead: "Stop, what are you thinking?"
Murong Xue, upon thinking of the Holy Daughter's true identity, quickly dismissed the idea. Although in ancient times, siblings could marry, as a modern person, such unrealistic thoughts are absolutely off limits, and luckily her brother's significant other isn't here.
