"That's Miss Zhao, she truly looks as beautiful as a fairy."
"I heard that, although tonight is a birthday party, it's actually a chance for Miss Zhao to be introduced to potential suitors."
"You're joking, right? Miss Zhao just turned nineteen today."
"So what? In high society, there are countless cases of arranged marriages before love. I wonder who's lucky enough to marry the lovely Miss Zhao."
Many young men cast glances at Zhao Xueer, pondering something to themselves.
Downstairs, the conversations were abuzz.
Song Yiyi followed behind, feeling as if she, too, was in the spotlight, her whole being somewhat elated.
This was the life she had dreamed of, the life she wanted.
Born into a wealthy family, attracting everyone's attention, living like a princess, having everything one could desire—isn't this every girl's greatest wish!
"Young Master Xi has arrived."
Suddenly, a voice came from the entrance.
