Jiang Moxi suddenly stiffened.
Feng Xi...
It had been four years.
For a full four years, she hadn't heard anyone address her by that nickname.
But the person calling her that could only be from Emperor City.
Jiang Moxi turned around in astonishment and saw Jhiang Heting.
Time had treated this privileged man kindly.
Over four years, he remained as handsome and as refined as ever, his every movement exuded grace and poise, not at all looking like a man nearing fifty.
"It really is you, Feng Xi! I had just thought I recognized the wrong person."
Jhiang Heting was somewhat excited, his eyes even reddened a bit.
This kind of loss of control was somewhat uncharacteristic of the nobility he usually presented.
However, compared to Jhiang Heting's excitement, Jiang Moxi showed nothing but the initial shock and then no other emotion.
She quickly concealed her feelings and said, "Sir, you've mistaken me for someone else!"
After dropping this line, Jiang Moxi turned to leave.
