Shao He stopped in her tracks, warily scanning her surroundings before continuing forward.
Suddenly, she felt something was amiss, as familiar footsteps sounded ahead.
Instinctively, Shao He heightened her alertness and quietly detoured onto a side path.
After turning the corner, she inadvertently bumped into a firm chest. Someone steadied her arm in time; she used the momentum to stabilize herself and quickly stepped back.
She saw a tall and handsome man, staring intently at her.
The man appeared to be around twenty-five or twenty-six, with rather pale skin, a slim and slender figure, brows marked by a faint, sickly frailness, yet he exuded a gentleness like jade, particularly captivating.
"Sorry, I didn't notice you," Shao He apologized slightly bowing, aware that not many could roam freely in the palace; this man must be no ordinary being.
She definitely did not want to make enemies, lest she bring unnecessary trouble to Pei Huaian.
