Gu Yanfei looked at Wei Jiaoniang in confusion.
Wei Jiaoniang nudged her chin in a certain direction and tried her best to signal her.
Gu Yanfei looked in the direction Wei Jiaoniang was pointing and happened to see a few girls dressed in embroidered clothes walking towards Chu Yi.
"Your Highness." They stopped a few feet away and curtsied to Chu Yi, neither close nor far. Their postures were elegant and dignified, as if they had practiced every move countless times.
Chu Yi turned around slightly and looked at them. His left hand was behind his back, and this posture made his figure look even straighter.
His robe fluttered in the cold wind, and a few strands of hair at his temples were ruffled. They caressed his beautifully defined jaw, making him thin and noble.
Chu Yi didn't say anything. He just raised his right hand, indicating that they should dispense with the formalities.
