A perfect match!
Within the gray and black-toned courtyard of the charitable hall, Zhao Douan felt a sudden thud in his heart. At that moment, his muscles tensed under his cotton garments, instinctively alert.
He suspected he had been exposed!
This princess had abruptly mentioned him, with blatant praise and criticism, then brought up Zhenbao's perfect match, indeed implying a certain "pointing" towards him.
This made Zhao Douan suspect that the other party had seen through his disguise.
But when he glanced at Princess Wen Zhu's natural demeanor—sincere, with no hint of mockery in her eyes—he immediately realized he might be overthinking.
Then, an indescribable strangeness welled up in his heart, and he tugged at the corner of his mouth: "Your Highness, you must be joking..."
The woman, with a slightly rugged yet uniquely charming face, who held a distinguished status in the Western Regions, smiled warmly:
