Chapter 15 (1/2)

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

“Nevertheless, what Feng Tianlan said yesterday certainly grabbed enough attention. Although it only made the Third Prince hate her more.”

“At least, back then, she still had her looks. Now that she’s got such a deep scar across her face, I bet she isn’t worthy of being the Third Prince’s concubine.”

“The way she looks now, she would never be considered the second most beautiful person in the South Winds Nation. I bet she’s gonna have to give up that title soon.”

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Surrounded by a murmuring crowd, Feng Tianlan strode in with a big yellow dog on a leash. Her back was straight as proud bamboo, and a regal aura flowed from her eyes. As the crowd split, layer by layer, to make way for her, one could describe the immense importance she exuded along the lines of, “It’s the return of a king!”

Her regality was so overwhelming that even the big yellow dog, a most ordinary breed, seemed to take on a tinge of beastly, demonic ferociousness. The deep red scar that ran from Feng Tianlan’s eyebrow to the side of her nose was as visible as ever. However, her overwhelmingly stately presence stunned and captivated.

When Luo Yunzhu saw admiration flashing in the crowd’s eyes, she puffed up her chest, straightening out her posture. She was here to be a pillar of support for Feng Tianlan, so she had to be domineering.

“Didn’t you say that you were too busy to attend?” scoffed Si Rong coldly.

Cruelty flared in Si Rong’s eyes when he saw Feng Tianlan arrive. It’s great that she came, he thought. It would have disrupted my plans and rendered my efforts futile if she hadn’t shown up.

Feng Tianlan, who stood about a head shorter than Si Rong, tilted her face slightly up toward him. “Which table?” she asked.