Li Qingxun turned her head curiously, eager to catch a glimpse of the renowned Lord Zhang He'an. In her opinion, ancient living conditions were far from ideal, and without proper skincare products, how good-looking could men possibly be? At best, they might stand out like a crane among chickens—tall only in comparison to the short.
Frankly, Li Qingxun didn't believe this feudal land could produce any truly handsome men.
The palace maid Yuan'er trembled with anxiety, tugging at Li Qingxun's sleeve with a timid voice. "Your Highness, perhaps we should leave quickly. The Seventh Princess has just been released from confinement. If she sees you meeting with Lord Zhang, she'll surely make trouble for you."
Li Qingxun ignored Yuan'er, craning her neck to get a better look at Zhang He'an's appearance.
