Under the bright moonlight, Lu Yuan's party spurred their horses on, quickly catching up to the group ahead.
As they approached a luxurious carriage, the curtain was pulled aside, revealing a beautiful and noble face.
'If my wife is stunningly beautiful and Aunt Zhao is gracefully elegant, then Song Meiqin's disposition is one of pure, unadulterated nobility.'
'There really is such a thing as a person's aura.'
'And it's something that can truly be cultivated.'
'It's like seeing an old man on the street with graying hair, but he holds his head high and his chest out, exuding an effortless authority.'
'You just know that old man must have drunk his fair share of Maotai when he was young.'
Song Meiqin was the same. As the eldest daughter from the main line of a family of high officials, the education and etiquette she received from a young age were unlike those of ordinary people.
