Shen Yanchuan raised an intrigued eyebrow. "Oh?"
His gaze lingered on Ye Chutang's face for a moment.
This was their first time meeting since they parted ways in Shiluan City.
She seemed to have grown a little thinner. 'Then again, she's had no shortage of trouble lately, and dealing with it must have been quite draining.'
But she had a naturally oval face, and having slimmed down only made her appear more ethereal and refined.
Ye Chutang looked over as well. Her clear, dark eyes curved into a slight smile as she nodded in greeting.
"Princely Heir, I trust you've been well."
A small head peeked out from the carriage, revealing a pair of large eyes strikingly similar to her own—as dark as grapes, glistening and bright.
'Young Master!'
A slight smile touched Shen Yanchuan's lips. "Second Miss Ye, Xiao Wu. It's been a while."
For some reason, Princess Qingyang felt like a bit of a third wheel.
