Song Mingyue was overjoyed. The moment Ling Xiao placed the hairpin in her hair, she felt an immediate urge to return to their room and look in a mirror. Everyone who looked at her, particularly at her upswept bun, had an expression of sheer astonishment.
Hearing the voice, Song Mingyue turned to look at Shangguan Yutong. A faint smile touched her lips. She linked her arm through Ling Xiao's and said in a syrupy sweet voice, "Husband, let's go."
Ling Xiao could only give Shangguan Yutong a composed glance, his face betraying no emotion. 'If we were alone,' he thought, 'I would have surely acknowledged her.' The problem was, the place was far too crowded, and who knew how many members of the Qin Family were in the vicinity. Both he and Song Mingyue had already sensed that since their disappearance, the Qin Family had been trying to track them down. Song Mingyue's status was, after all, quite special. If the Qin Family lost her on their own turf, they would lose all face.
