Qiu Tu strolled through the front hall, heading toward the inner chamber.
Just as he reached the doorway of the inner chamber, he heard a faint rustling sound from within.
Qiu Tu paused briefly, then stepped quietly to the entrance, slipping inside without a sound.
Apparently, Princess Xi hadn't expected Qiu Tu to arrive so early; she sat at the dressing table, lost in thought, a little absent-minded.
On the table lay a photo of a woman—she was stunningly beautiful, perhaps the most gorgeous woman Qiu Tu had ever seen. She could even rival Zhao Ji.
Yet, for some reason, Qiu Tu felt the woman looked familiar, as if he'd seen her somewhere before.
He fell silent for a moment, pondering, before raising his head to look at Princess Xi.
It was then he realized: Princess Xi's eyebrows and eyes actually bore a striking resemblance to the woman in the photo.
Just those few similarities were enough to make Princess Xi a rare beauty.
