This moniker was loud, yet not enough to silence the entire hall.
What truly made it impossible for anyone to look away was the figure standing beside Wei Qing.
Two young maidens approached in tandem.
Wei Qing on the left wore a pink dress, charming and cute.
While beside her—
A young maiden was dressed in a pale purple Shu brocade flowing immortal dress, the hem trailing on the ground like swirling clouds and mists.
Her hair was tied up in a high bun, and her hairpins trembled slightly.
With merely a light touch of makeup, she was already breathtakingly stunning.
Especially that pair of cold eyes, sweeping across the space in a glance that made people dare not meet them directly, yet compelled them to steal a few more glances.
Inside the grand hall, whether they were the talented scholars who fancied themselves romantic or the beauties vying for attention...
At this moment, they were utterly eclipsed.
Who was this?
When did Chang'an City produce such a figure?
In the corner—
Hearing the commotion, Gu Changge raised his head listlessly and glanced over.
Pfft—!!!
A mouthful of wine directly sprayed onto the face of the person opposite him.
Gu Changge didn't even have time to wipe his mouth, his eyes rounded as if he had seen a ghost.
That face...
"What the... fuck?!"
Jiang Yuechu?!
The unlucky bastard sitting opposite him wiped the wine from his face, just about to flare up.
Yet seeing Gu Changge's ghost-struck expression, he followed his gaze and instantly lost his voice as well.
All the hubbub ground to a halt the very instant those two figures stepped into the hall.
Wei Qing lifted her chin, hooked her arm through Jiang Yuechu's, and felt the astonished gazes cast from all around, immensely pleased with