The image of a young and upright gentleman, paired with a distressed and stunning Princess created such a vividly beautiful image, imprinted into their memories and shook their hearts.
The one who was most affected was Ouyang Xueqing. She was still kneeling. Without her master's word, she didn't move even one bit. She just looked as he brought Zhang Lihui into his embrace. The strong and slender arms which she liked the most, at this moment wrapped another woman in his embrace.
Her heart throbbed dully and she stared up at him, her mind in daze.
When he turned his gaze at her, she was stunned by the coldness within them. He was so cold, so fierce, so distant, reminded her very much on their first encounter, totally unlike the gentle and warm master that she knew.
Her throat went dry, and she croaked. "Master—"