Bab 109: King of the screen

The First Prince halted abruptly, his royal poise momentarily faltering as he found himself face-to-face with the most enchanting woman he had ever seen. She had bumped into him, her voice like a soft melody as she said, "Pardon me." The words were simple, yet they felt like a spell that left him rooted to the spot.

Mo Zi Lin, portraying the First Prince, did not have to act this moment—it felt as if time had genuinely slowed. His gaze locked on her, taking in every detail: her porcelain skin glowing against the fiery red of her dress, her roughly styled yet elegant hair framing her face like a masterpiece, and the way her eyes held a mystery that could captivate nations.

The bustling street seemed to pause. Vendors, bodyguards, and onlookers fell silent, their chatter replaced by murmurs of awe.

"Who is she?" whispered one vendor, leaning over to another.

"Even the Princess of the Empire isn't this beautiful," replied another in a hushed tone.