Cai Wei looked at the Young Prince Tuoba Hong, who was wearing an expression of confusion, and couldn't help but laugh softly, saying, "You'll understand in a little while!"
Just as she finished speaking, they heard a startled cry from the inner room. The Young Prince, not knowing what had happened, panicked upon hearing Zhao Yun's voice and bolted towards the inner room.
Inner Room
Zhao Yun stared at the image in the dressing table mirror — a face as vibrant as peaches and plums, tender and fair. Unable to help herself, she cupped her face and gasped in surprise. Before the sound had faded, Tuoba Hong had already charged in like a whirlwind, shouting, "What's wrong? Zhao Yun, what…"
The words "what's wrong" hadn't yet left his mouth when he suddenly stopped in his tracks upon seeing Zhao Yun, transformed into someone new. He froze, still clutching the door curtain, his posture immobilized as if he'd been struck with a paralysis spell.
