Red silk hung high at Prince Liang's Mansion, and many locals had gathered around. The atmosphere was buzzing, but there was Shengxue, alone with her horse, at the entrance of the mansion, drawing a flurry of discussions.

Feng Muqing gazed up at Princess Shengxue, who sat atop her tall horse. She couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy. How can such a beautiful woman be abandoned?

The woman's skin was as fair as snow. Underneath her curved, willow-leaf ...