Under the cover of night, a woman in a simple brocade palace dress gracefully stepped out. Beneath the moonlight, her shoulders looked as if carved, her waist was as slender as a silk ribbon, her brows were like kingfisher feathers, and her skin was as white as snow.
Her long, dark hair was styled in a side-swept cloud bun, with a plum blossom step-shaking hairpin dangling beside her ear. The hairpin swayed with the gentle movement of her hips, enhancing her beauty in the moonlight.
This person was none other than Zhao Ling'e.
After her initial surprise, Song Yunzhao decided it wasn't entirely unexpected.
She gave the other woman a look that was not quite a smile, then refused to look at her again, turning her head to gaze only at Feng Yi.
Feng Yi: ...
'Talk about getting caught in the crossfire,' he thought as Yun Zhao pinched his palm.
Feng Yi didn't even have time to register who the woman was; he was too afraid the jealous fit brewing beside him would boil over.
