As he pulled aside the light, fluttering gauze curtain, a faint, orchid-like cold fragrance wafted into Fang Hao's nose, causing his spirit to shudder slightly. He stepped into the small pavilion; the space inside was not large and the furnishings were simple: a stone table, several prayer mats, and a zither table by the window. However, every item exuded an indescribable elegance and nobility.
Grand Princess Mu Yijing stood with her back to him by the window, watching a few koi fish in the pond outside. Today, she was not wearing palace attire but had changed into a water-blue casual robe that outlined her exquisite figure. Her long hair was loosely pinned up with a jade hairpin, with a few strands falling behind her snow-white neck. The sunlight spilled over her through the window frames like a layer of soft light; she was truly beautiful, but that cold, 'do not approach' aura she projected made one truly afraid to get close.
