Walking slowly forward along the long bridge, suddenly catching the eye of Crown Prince Su Wei, was a person dressed in white, holding a large basket of paper money, incense candles, and other sacrificial items. A familiar feeling rose in his heart.
So he stood quietly, Lang Xingyue stared blankly for a while, feeling someone was watching her from across the way. She glanced over, and it turned out to be the Crown Prince of the current dynasty, Su Wei.
Lang Xingyue had seen him, but each time they merely passed by each other because the Empress would summon everyone to the hundred-flower banquet every year, and there by her father's side, the Crown Prince was always present as his companion.
Now meeting face to face, she could only say to Su Wei, "This subject's daughter greets the Crown Prince! May the Crown Prince live a thousand years!"
"And you are?"
"This subject's daughter is the Duke Zhou's daughter."
"Lord Lang's daughter?"
"Indeed, without a doubt!"
