Only Rong Heng's gaze passed over the pale, thin fingers of Empress Su clutching her handkerchief, his expression grave.
On the main seat, Miaoyan couldn't help but whisper in Empress Su's ear: "Mother, that boy sitting among the crowd with the crimson headband in the second row, that's Gu Lan."
"Your eyes have almost grown on Young Master Gu since you entered the hall. How could I not recognize Young Master Gu, famous throughout the Capital City," teased Empress Su.
Miaoyan hurriedly said, "Mother, don't believe the rumors. You should trust Ning An's eyes. Gu Lan is upright and kind, and his martial arts are good... those reputations are all false."
Empress Su raised an eyebrow, did not praise Gu Lan or oppose anything, but simply said, "Miaoyan, you are still young... that Gu Lan is to inherit the title of Dingyuan Marquis in the future."
Rong Miaoyan understood the meaning behind Empress Su's words and fell silent for a moment.
