She looked at him closely with her large, clear eyes, as bright as grapes. He was incredibly handsome and of noble birth. Everyone would want a man like that!
Her red lips parted slightly: "If you hadn't met me, what kind of woman would you have spent the rest of your life with?"
After a pause, I continued, "She must be a stunning beauty, skilled in poetry and prose, proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, and able to offer you advice and strategies, unlike me who makes you angry all the time!"
Ye Lisheng's gentle smile reached his eyes: "But she may not have the ability to make me love her the way I love you. To be honest, you are indeed very infuriating."
"However, I find it very sweet!"
I leaned on his shoulder, my hand enveloped in his large hand, as the carriage slowly made its way to the palace.
His eyes held so much—coldness, seriousness, ruthlessness—but beneath that veil lay his most tender side.
The wind stopped
Snowflakes drifted down gently.
A ball rolled to my feet, and I glanced over to see a four- or five-year-old child running towards me, followed closely by Prince Yu, dressed in a crimson brocade robe—the color, with its menacing features, suited him quite well.
I bowed and said, "Greetings, Your Highness Prince Yu!"
He looked me up and down with a scrutinizing gaze.
She wore a light green dress with a cape, her dark hair reaching her waist and styled with a hairpin. Her thin bangs perfectly complemented her round face, making her both cute and playful.
A sly glint flashed in his eyes as he smiled and said, "He looks exactly like Murong, a perfect imitation. No wonder he even fooled the Prince of Anyang!"
He's implying I'm a stand-in for Murong Kui. If I retort, it would make me seem petty, which is exactly what he wants. If I don't retort, I can't swallow my anger!
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