Crown Prince Jiao

The clothes she was wearing seemed soft. She did not have a resplendent and threatening aura, but the moment she appeared, it was as if the entire world had lost its color. Even the colorful mist and fog in the sky, the Qilin and beasts running in the mountains, as well as the faintly discernible dragons and phoenixes in the air — all instantly turned monochrome. All the colors in the world seemed to have been concentrated on this exceptional girl.

"Your Highness!" The white-haired dragon servant knelt down and was so excited that his entire body started to tremble. Even though she had been asleep for several hundred years, the princess was still the same old princess. She was still as young and pretty as she was several hundred years ago. The dragon servant even felt as if she had become even more dazzling.