The Princess Donglin not only bore some resemblance to Zhao Yang in appearance, but her lively, innocent demeanor was also strikingly similar to hers.
A princess raised in luxury might always retain a certain naivety in temperament.
Shen Wei composed her expression and offered a warm smile. "Princess Zhenmin, there's no need for formalities. Since you've traveled so far, it is only right that I, as your host, extend my hospitality. A banquet has been prepared in the palace—please accompany me."
Princess Donglin nodded cheerfully. "After the long journey, I am quite famished. I appreciate your kindness, Noble Consort Chen."
Exchanging polite words, the two walked side by side into the grand and imposing palace of Qing State.
The palace corridors stretched long and wide, lined with eunuchs and maids moving in perfect order, while guards stood tall with swords at their sides. Princess Donglin marveled inwardly—Noble Consort Chen was truly extraordinary.
