Ye Qingci thought she was discreet, but she couldn't escape the gaze of Qu Yunchang, whose eyes were glued to her.
Qu Yunchang watched as Ye Qingci walked down a flower-lined path and disappeared from sight. The other noble ladies were still chatting, "Young Madam Jian is so beautiful, a perfect match with Seventh Master Jian," "Young Madam Jian is so lucky, marrying someone as handsome and manly as Seventh Master Jian," "Young Master Jian is the most handsome and imposing man I've ever seen," and so on.
Qu Yunchang listened, and her heart felt as if it were being pricked with poisonous needles.
She stared at the place where Ye Qingci had disappeared, her gaze gradually becoming unfocused.
In her mind, she recalled the scene from three years ago.
That day was also the annual Hundred Flowers Banquet in Quyang Country.
Seventh Master Jian had come to Quyang Royal Palace at the invitation of Qu Tianchen.
