Liu Yuchen's handsome face sank a little. His cold glance fell on the crowd of the aspiring youths around him, but he did not speak.
After all, he had divorced Feng Ruqing in the first place. Otherwise, all these things would not have happened.
But nevertheless, he still had to seek her forgiveness, even though she had given up on him.
Suddenly, the tightly shut door of the princess's manor opened.
The crowded street immediately fell silent.
A gentle breeze whisked the corner of his snow-white coat; floating like a god, impeccably out-of-this-world.
Liu Yuchen was stunned by this. He clenched his fists tightly. He even had difficulty breathing.
The usual elegance and grace of the noblemen seemed like dirt in front of him; as if he were the last strain of pure lotus on this earth.
