Yu Xiaoyue blushed, bent her knees in a curtsey, and said, "Thank you, Prince Cheng's Heir!"
Laughter could be heard not far away, some coming from the South Hall, some from the North Hall, and even some of the ladies in the East Hall were smiling. However, these smiles carried no malice.
Such grand gatherings are inherently elegant affairs, where the stirring emotions of young men and women are indeed a testament to the beauty of the world. Although this scene wasn't entirely perfect, isn't it beautiful nonetheless?
Mrs. Li sighed, having long heard that the young gentlemen of the Capital City were handsome, and the noble ladies were graceful, each one outstanding and remarkable. Now it seems, isn't that the truth?
As for a figure like Prince Cheng's Heir, who knows how many there are in the Capital City? If they are all like him, will her son still have a chance?
