408 The Edict

Xing stepped out of the Inn to see a couple of decorated horses. She recognised one as Chenglei's white horse and the other one was the date-coloured horse her first uncle got her.

Okay... What's going on?

Xing looked at Chenglei and he has a pleased smile looking at her surprised expression. His silver robes fluttered in the cold winter wind along with his silver hair and Xing felt like she would just die looking at that handsome man in front of her. And he was wearing the hairpin she made for him for the first time and it really suited him.

Eh! Of course it would! He could wear a broken branch from a tree and would still look dapper. He is my Prince after all! And... Is he for real? I want to hug him and proclaim in the streets that he is mine.

Xing as usual went into her own dreamworld of erotic thoughts.