The season of falling snow (50)

No one dared to greet xiajun Zihao. Regardless of whether they knew him or not, his aura was still there.

It was the kind of aura that was reserved, but still had an extremely noble and unparalleled feeling.

The Wen family's attitude towards him made the guests realize that xiajun Zihao was extraordinary.

Even Xie Yan 'er made people curious. Everyone felt that there was no such woman among the socialites in the imperial capital, and they didn't know her identity.

Judging from her different dressing and aura, she seemed to be stronger than the other socialites present.

Xie Yan 'er had grown up in the Xie family, and although she was raised by the family, the blood of the Xie family flowed in her bones, and that kind of nobility and elegance had always existed.

Xiajun Zihao and Xie Yan 'er's arrival was neither too early nor too late. It wasn't time for the ceremony yet, and only the Wen family members and Wen Qingzhu were welcoming the guests.