The woman standing before him in the Lamei Garden under a gentle snowfall, sincere in her dealings with him, was radiant with her smile blooming like flowers, more noble and unyielding than the wax plums.
Chiluo politely took Song Lili's hand, replied,
"Certainly."
Footsteps came from behind Chiluo: a servant from the President Mansion hurried over.
"President's wife, Prince Chiluo, his excellency has been waiting in the banquet hall."
"Understood."
Song Lili dismissed the servant and said to Chiluo,
"Let's go, we shouldn't keep Brother Nian waiting."
"Ladies first."
Chiluo bowed slightly, embodying the gentlemanly etiquette of the Royal Family of Country M, and Song Lili, without further demur, led the way.
Following the steps of Song Lili...
Gazing at the effortless, carefree figure of Song Lili, his thoughts were numerous.
Thirty-eight years old...
It coincided with what the self-claimed "witch" among the common folk in the southern part of Country M had said.
