In the cold moonlight, Chen Wanrong, dressed in a black long dress, sat in the pavilion. Even in the plain black garb, she radiated an otherworldly luminosity, like that of a fairy.
The moonlight shone upon her, accentuating her icy demeanor, and the temperature around her seemed to drop noticeably; a layer of frost appeared to coat the benches and stone table within the pavilion.
Chen Wanrong seldom wore black, but she had donned this particular dark outfit for her clandestine visit to the North Prince Mansion.
Her white garments were far too conspicuous, so she had someone tailor a black one especially for this occasion.
The worm of the Love Worm was close to hatching. Chen Wanrong decided to try bewitching Lu Chen in advance. Since Lu Chen had already ingested the powder of the Male Paired-wing Butterfly, his affection for her should have deepened.