Late at night.
Chu Baihan, dressed to the nines, stepped out of the Princess Residence.
The carriage sent from the palace to pick her up had already stopped at the entrance.
What she hadn't expected was that the person coming to fetch her was... Yan Lian.
Yan Lian's red attire was even more flamboyant at night than it was during the day, resembling a peacock displaying its feathers.
She hadn't expected that, even after six years, he still favored such garments.
Suppressing her emotions, Chu Baihan called out indifferently, "Ninth Prince."
"The Emperor has entrusted me with the honor of escorting the Princess Consort," he said with a smile to Chu Baihan, blinking his affectionate peach blossom eyes.
"By the way, it seems I still do not know the honorific name of the Princess Consort," he continued, his tone laden with probing.
Truth be told, not only did his eighth brother find her reminiscent of the Eighth Princess Consort, he too felt she was eerily familiar.