"The moon on the grasslands seems larger than the one here," she whispered to herself.
Moonlight, like water, fell upon her delicate face, different from the people of Da Jing, outlining the slight furrow in her brow.
The eyes of Emperor Jing once again appeared in her mind, as though they could pierce through the dignified facade she meticulously maintained and see through her inner garments.
When the Turkic delegation first met the young emperor, he made no effort to conceal the admiration and possessiveness in his eyes, scrutinizing as if appraising a fine steed for sale.
Princess Yujia involuntarily shivered, clutching the hem of her clothes. For some reason, she very much disliked the gaze of that Da Jing majesty.
At this moment, another figure quietly intruded into her thoughts—a face always wearing a bright smile, belonging to Tang Xiaotong.
She didn't know why she thought of the little shopkeeper from Brocade Workshop at this moment.
Yet somehow... she just did.
