Clearly, it is just two simple words, yet it feels as if they have traversed countless mountains and distances to finally arrive here.
Yan Tingfeng quietly gazed at the girl's brows and eyes, his gaze soft as a spring breeze, sweeping gently over her skin, resting with delicate care, daring not to harbor any greed.
He knew well that this face belonged to Rirong, and was naturally different from Princess Yongning's, not to mention Ye Wanlan's original appearance.
Three hundred years ago, although he never saw Princess Yongning in person, portraits of her had continuously been delivered into his hands.
From the year he became the Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch at sixteen, until the death of Princess Yongning, he gazed at her through portraits for a full four years.
He saw her, as a woman, take charge of the East Palace, stirring countless rumors and gossip.
