There had never been a shortage of lookalikes in the world, but even wearing identical clothes made it all seem far too surreal.
The three little ones exchanged glances, their big eyes staring at one another as the atmosphere gradually grew tense.
Meanwhile, Zhao Dong was pondering an extremely serious question. Zhao Cheng even dared to keep an Imperial Princess as a backup—was it still too late for him to cut all ties with the other man? Otherwise, he was a little worried that someday, his entire family would be neatly packed up and turned into a family bucket meal.
Elsewhere, people in Zhao Cheng's class group had already started saying that Li Qingmeng was Little Princess Yue. Some had even tagged her, asking how it felt to look so much like Princess Yue. No one connected the two as the same person at all.
The main reason was that, whether in presence or style, the Li Qingmeng everyone knew was worlds apart from Princess Yue.
One was like a sprite formed from all the spiritual beauty of heaven and earth; the other was a sharp-tongued, defeated twin-tailed girl. How could they possibly be the same person?
Naturally, such tags received no response, because at that very moment, she was at the scene.
Amid the gaze of countless people, Li Qingmeng slowly made her way forward. The closer she drew to the Altar of Heaven, the more sacred her bearing became. Vaguely, something seemed to be gathering upon her.
Because of the contract, Zhao Cheng felt it especially deeply. He understood that it was the principles of order.
An Imperial Princess of the mortal realm was merely mortal, but an Imperial Princess of the Divine Dynasty was a truly extraordinary being.
Sixteen years ago, the Empress's investiture had