“But you are more precious than gold and silver, Yuanqing. I’ve always been curious about your real face under this mask, but unfortunately you never take it off. I’ve respected your privacy for so many years, can’t you satisfy your brother’s curiosity?” Murong Wenfeng pointed to his chin, looking curiously at the cold mask.

Qiao Qiu turned to him and said jokingly, "I'm afraid that after you see this, you'll fall in love with me."

"Pfft...cough cough." Murong Wenfeng choked, looking her up and down in disbelief. "You're not a woman, are you?"

"Tsk, can't even crack a joke. Do I look like a woman? No wonder he can't find a wife yet, it turns out his emotional intelligence isn't up to par." Qiao Qiu retorted sharply.

"You're still not married, aren't you? And you're talking about me? Your emotional intelligence isn't much better." After this banter, Murong Wenfeng became even more curious about her true face under the mask and reached out to remove it.

Qiao Qiu felt a gust of wind coming from behind her, turned her head to avoid it, grabbed the hand that had caused the trouble, and sighed, "I can show you, but the face under my mask is a secret, and I can't show it to everyone here."

"Alright, I'll do as you say. Come with me." Upon hearing that Qiao Qiu was willing to show him her true appearance, Murong Wenfeng immediately stood up and walked inside.

Qiao Qiu shook her head and did not stand up immediately.

Murong Wenfeng turned around and saw that he was still sitting in the chair, so he came over and pulled him away.

Qiao Qiu smiled helplessly. If this were the old Dongfang Wuche, he would be so happy that fireworks would explode in his heart.

Murong Wenfeng led Qiao Qiu to the secret chamber, closed the door, and then looked at Qiao Qiu with a relaxed expression. "This place is safe enough, is it alright?"

Qiao Qiu suppressed a laugh and nodded, "Okay, okay."

"If you're okay with that, then come on over."

Qiao Qiu reached out and pinched the mask, then reached behind her head with her other hand and pressed a mechanism. The part that held the mask in place immediately unlocked, and the thin wire that held it in place retracted into the mask. Only then could she take the mask off.

This was the first time Murong Wenfeng had seen Meng Yuanqing's true face, and also the first time he had felt amazed by a man.

Her thin eyebrows slanted upwards towards her temples, and her eyes were deep-set, as if they could draw people in when she looked at them. Her sparse yet long eyelashes made her eyes even more beautiful.

Murong Wenfeng didn't know how to describe Meng Yuanqing. He felt that Meng Yuanqing possessed a unique charm. Although he might not be the most handsome man in the entire Jinxi Kingdom, he had the most captivating appearance. People were unconsciously drawn to him, and it was as if they would fall for him as soon as he spoke a gentle word.