Is this simply thoughtful concern, or intentional flirting?
This question lingered in Tang Xiaobai's mind even during the betrothal ceremony.
She couldn't help but sneak a glance at the young master sitting opposite her.
Under the crow-feather-like long lashes, the pitch-black eyes were calm and quiet.
At first glance, he seemed cold and solemn; on second look, somewhat obedient.
Her young master is still just a big boy...
As she was thinking, the female official prompted the next step: "Crown Prince, Crown Princess Consort, please proceed to change clothes."
Tang Xiaobai didn't feel anything special when she heard this, but when the Crown Prince looked up at her, she inexplicably shuddered: "Please leave us."
It seemed as though something jumped in the Crown Prince's dark eyes, making her heart fiercely skip a beat.
The female official was at a loss: "Crown Princess Consort—"
