Not until Zeng Anmin's figure had vanished from the courtyard.
Did the Princess finally come back to her senses.
"Your Highness?"
The palace maid looked at the absent-minded Princess.
And called out worriedly.
"Mm."
The Princess sat up expressionlessly.
She slowly rose, revealing the peach-like allure of her body.
She looked toward the direction where Zeng Anmin's back had disappeared.
After a long while, a flush like drifting clouds climbed from her neck to her cheeks.
Though it vanished moments later.
The Princess pursed her lips and stood there for a long time.
Until the breeze stirred her waterfall-like hair.
Only then did she softly spit.
Before turning toward her room.
I appeared in your dream?
You little lecher!
Zeng Anmin, known throughout Two Rivers.
Famed for his poetic talent.
Could it be that he wrote this poem himself?
After entering the room, the Princess sat before her mirror.
She stared at her peerless face for a long time without moving.
She seemed lost in thought.
"Still, this poem does have some artistic conception."
After leaving the imperial palace.
Zeng Anmin rode on horseback.
Feeling the wind from the galloping horse brush against his face.
There was only one word in his heart: satisfying.
He could finally understand how those scholarly dandies from his past life felt when they used poetry to court women.
Relying purely on literary talent to make women unable to stop themselves!
After returning from Jiangnan, Zeng Anmin had prepared gifts for Sai Chuxue and Qin Wanyue alike.
Yet he alone could not think of what to prepare for the Princess.
After all, the Princess controlled the greatest merchant association under heaven.
She lacked nothing.
But so what?
Hadn't I still slipped this needle through a crack?
The corners of Zeng Anmin's mouth curled slightly.