At her words, Yan Wen faltered.
That girl, as radiant and delicate as a flower, had once been the Wushan Goddess he pursued.
But now…
He slowly let his gaze fall upon the woman beside him. Song Lianhe still wore a haughty expression, as if she had just discovered something extraordinary.
Yan Wen lowered his gaze again, saying nothing.
The two of them walked to the gates of the General Mansion. Song Lianhe thanked him, "Brother Yan, thank you very much."
Yan Wen bowed. Just as he was about to turn and leave, a carriage happened to pull up. The six copper bells hanging from it immediately revealed its owner's identity.
Sure enough, Zhou Junlin stepped out of the carriage.
He saw Song Lianhe at a glance, his eyes filled with a trace of disgust. But he quickly noticed Yan Wen standing beside her.
Zhou Junlin frowned slightly, his gaze shifting back and forth between the two.
Yan Wen took a step forward. "This student greets Your Highness, Prince Ling."
