From the looks of it, perhaps he had already recognized the other party with that glance just now. He just subconsciously did not know how to face it.
"Xiao Zhenting." He introduced himself and cupped his hands in greeting. "Greetings, Prince Yan."
Prince Yan's indifferent gaze moved away from Shangguan Yan's face and landed on this man's face. It was difficult to imagine that Zijun would like such a fierce face. She was an exquisite woman. Everything about her, from the green bricks and red tiles to the flowers and plants, even her clothes, her jewelry, the tea set and plate she used, had to be so exquisite that it was rare in the world.
Yan Jiuchao took after her on this point.
