The woman in the white dress wore her long hair down, with only a wooden hairpin in it, giving her a strikingly free and unrestrained appearance.
Her skin, like mutton-fat jade, seemed to emit a faint glow from afar.
Her eyebrows were like willow leaves, yet also like sword brows, exuding a heroic spirit.
She had a high nose bridge, bright eyes, and pearly teeth; strands of her long hair swayed with the wind, and the white dress on her body moved gently as well.
Such a scene was akin to a landscape painting—both tranquil and exquisite.
And Chen Yuan caught sight of the woman in the white dress, feeling slightly surprised.
For this woman was unmistakably the current Princess Pingyang!
Judging by today's events, she seemed to be bidding him farewell.
After the tune ended, Princess Pingyang stood up, looked from afar at the halted figure in the void, raised her hand, and bowed.
It seemed she was saying, "Safe travels."
