Princess Xinyue?!
Upon seeing that familiar, breathtakingly beautiful face, Shang Ruyi felt a chill run down her spine.
When did she arrive? And when did she come to the Buddhist Hall?
What did she see, and what did she hear?
These questions flooded in an instant, leaving Shang Ruyi somewhat flustered, and even more at a loss was that the Princess's face at this moment wasn't shocked or surprised, but was a kind of expressionless void, as if she had lost all warmth, even though outside the sun was shining bright and the earth was almost scorching, she stood there like a cold sculpture devoid of warmth.
Not even the sunlight, nor the flames, could melt the ice-coldness in her heart at this moment.
Shang Ruyi's heart gradually sank.
At this time, Yu Wenye had also come back to his senses, and he calmly turned to Princess Xinyue, saying steadily, "Your Highness—"
Then, Princess Xinyue suddenly smiled at him.
