Most striking of all was that exquisitely delicate face, her features picturesque.
Perhaps because she had lived long within the palace walls and had always been frail and sickly, her beauty carried a natural sense of fragility and scholarly refinement. She was like a secluded orchid blooming in a hidden valley—pure, elegant, and untouched by worldly dust.
Yet upon seeing Lin Xuan today, two rosy clouds had bloomed across her previously pale cheeks, lending her even more of a young maiden's shy liveliness.
"Qingxiang greets Young Master Lin."
The princess dipped into a graceful curtsy, her voice as melodious as an oriole emerging from the valley. "I never expected you to come see me today, Young Master. You honor me greatly."
Looking at the carefully dressed young woman before him, Lin Xuan could not help but sigh in admiration.
The Dali Duan Clan truly had excellent bloodlines. This princess before him, so pure and refined, was an exceptional beauty.
He made a token gesture to help her up and said warmly, "I heard that Your Highness had been unwell, and I have been concerned ever since. I happened to have the chance to enter the palace today, so I came especially to visit. Seeing your rosy complexion, I presume you have recovered well."
After rising, the princess gazed at Lin Xuan with shining eyes, unable to conceal her delight.
In truth, over these past days, this man's figure had long since been deeply imprinted in her mind.
Whether it was that warm, powerful embrace when she fell from the restaurant, or that mortifying "treatment" later at her sickbed, both had left her tossing and turning through countless sleepless nights.
"Thank you for your concern, Young Master." The princess lowered her head with a soft smile, gently twisting her handkerchief between