Shen Chuwei's eyes flashed with confusion, "The Third Prince?"
The Palace Maid nodded in response, "Yes, Princess, it is the Third Prince."
Shen Chuwei, still puzzled, walked in, not sure how many sons Ye Haoting had, or whether they all held a special relationship with Feng Wuyou?
Otherwise, why would each and every one hurry to see her upon learning of Feng Wuyou's return?
Shen Chuwei didn't care about these Princes, it didn't matter to her who came to see her, as long as she didn't encounter that masked man.
Shen Chuwei climbed the arching bridge with a brisk pace, but just as she was about to descend with the same lightness, she saw, standing beside the swing under the Peach Tree, a figure in dark brocade robes, his waist cinched with a jade belt, looking slender and lean.
Her gaze was drawn to the silver mask on his cheek, no, it frightened her.