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In the hall, Jiang Chengzi stood beside the window, gently waving his fan with a desolate expression.
Ah Kun did not leave his side, ever-loyal and devoted.
As soon as Ji Ruyan walked in, she saw him, this cold prince, trying to look cool.
Actually, to her, Jiang Chengzi always seemed more like the flawless Hua Wuque from the martial arts world of her childhood.
The memory of Hua Wuque was of a man in white, fan in hand, with tight, cold lips and an icy, chiseled handsome face that emanated an aura of detachment and warning others to keep their distance.
Ji Ruyan's gaze circled momentarily around the exquisite lines that seemed as if crafted by heaven itself, then landed on the Jade Pendant worn at Jiang Chengzi's waist, at which her slender figure gave a slight shudder.
"You've come looking for me, surely not to say that you too desire the Bodhi Water Dew?"
The Jade Pendant at his waist was exclusive to the Jiang Family Patriarch.
