The eldest princess, Yuwen Huazhen, wore a deep purple palace gown. Her features carried a heroic quality, and her voice was frank and lively. "Mother Empress, your daughter, along with Feng Wan and Feng Shu, are considered the three beauties of Ningzhou. How could we possibly forget?"
These words amused Emperor Jianming, who chuckled, "The bond you share from childhood is strong. If you miss them in the future, you can summon them to the palace often to keep you company."
"Thank you, Father Emperor. Your daughter was just thinking the same." Princess Huazhen replied.
Feng Wan felt the weight of Emperor Jianming's gaze, her palms sweating from nerves. A royal summons could not be declined. In such settings, Fengyu behaved like a quail; if her name wasn't called, she wouldn't utter a single word.
The Crown Prince looked at Fengyu, a fleeting shadow passing through his eyes as he drank in silence. The Third Prince stared at Fengyu and Feng Ling, asking, "Which one is Fengyu?"
