Within two days.
Ling Shumo met this Mr. Jiang He.
Strictly speaking, Jiang He is not worthy of being Pei Jiusheng's substitute.
Pei Jiusheng's appearance is more beautiful than a fairy.
Jiang He only bore a passing resemblance to him in his eyebrows. In terms of appearance alone, he and Lu Jinshu were equally matched. Even so, Ling Shumo was still mesmerized.
Jiang He was wearing a long emerald green dress with pale pink plum blossoms embroidered on the cuffs and a few auspicious clouds outlined with silver threads. He had a goose yellow satin ribbon tied around his waist with a string of lustrous white pearls tied on the ribbon, which reflected the shimmering pearls under the natural light.
Xia He knelt and bowed, "Your Highness, this young man is named Jiang He, and he is Prince Shujun's adopted brother. He has always admired Your Highness's beauty and elegance, and only wishes to serve You without asking for any official title."
Jiang He felt Ling Shumo's gaze on him, and he quickly bowed and said, "Your servant greets Her Royal Highness, may Your Highness live a thousand years, a thousand thousand years, a thousand thousand years."
Jiang He's every move was as graceful as a willow in the wind. Ling Shumo took two steps forward, grabbed his forearm, and then pulled him up.
She stared at Jiang He intently, and her free hand involuntarily touched Jiang He's cheek. "I really like your face."
Shi Qi glanced at Xia He.
Xia He understood, knelt silently in greeting, and then tiptoed out of Guangming Hall.
Shi Qi was about to follow Xia He out when Ling Shumo stopped him, "Put out the Qiansui incense in the stove and replace it with the one with plum scent."
Although Shi Qi was well prepared, he still couldn't help sighing in his heart.
Ever since Pei Jiusheng passed away, Guangming Palace has never burned plum incense again. Now, Her Royal Highness the Princess is finally going to break the rule.
If nothing unexpected happens, this Mr. Jiang He will probably be favored for a long time.
A faint fragrance quickly emanated from the golden censer. The bright pink bed curtains drifted down in the air. It was still daytime, but the atmosphere inside was already filled with an ambiguous atmosphere. The noises in the room continued to churn until the sun set, when they gradually subsided.
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