Song Lianhe studied her through the thin veil.
The Song Xilan of today had an added air of nobility, from her attire to her every bearing.
'Nobility truly does nurture a person,' Song Lianhe thought. Her appearance had changed somewhat since before her marriage. Her features hadn't seemed particularly refined before, but seeing her so suddenly today, she was like a radiant peach blossom—bright and lovely. Song Lianhe had to admit, the female lead was the female lead. No matter what happened, she would always shine alone.
Song Lianhe approached with her maid. The carriage of the Ling Prince Mansion was parked nearby.
Su Huaqing snapped his folding fan shut and bowed to her in greeting. "Greetings, Princess Consort Ling."
Song Lianhe pursed her lips. 'A confirmed mole.'
'I'm a princess consort, too. Why isn't he this eager to please me?'
'Hmph, as if I care!'
With his greeting, Cao Ying and the others reluctantly followed suit, calling out, "Princess Consort Ling."
