On the third floor of the Moonlight Pavilion, calligraphy and paintings by renowned artists hung along both sides of the spacious corridor. Vases filled with laurel branches stood in the corners, their delicate fragrance filling the air and soothing body and mind.
They reached a private dining room, knocked, and entered.
An elegant noblewoman raised her beautiful eyes and looked at Tang Yin and Tang San Niang. Her gaze lingered briefly on their hair and eyes, then abruptly changed.
It held six parts excitement, three parts joy, and one part mixed feelings.
Beside her, a blond young man sat upright in a chair, his eyes brimming with amusement.
As the middle-aged man in purple delivered his report.
Tang Yuehua sprang to her feet. Abandoning all concern for decorum, she lifted her skirts and hurried toward them.
Tap, tap, tap-!
Her heels struck the floor in quick succession, ringing crisply.
The graceful noblewoman swept Tang Yin and his sister into her arms, tears welling in her eyes.
"My dear children, you've finally come to see your aunt."
"Let me have a good look at you." Tang Yuehua gently stroked their cheeks, studying them closely, her eyes filled with affection. "You look so much like your mother, like angels descending from heaven into the mortal world. Your beauty transcends the ordinary."
At those words, a strange glint flashed through Xue Qinghe's eyes.
His warm gaze wandered over the siblings, a little astonishment stirring within him.
Only a few days had passed, yet the siblings had changed so dramatically.
Both their bearing and their looks could be called flawless.
That noble, sacred aura struck straight into the depths of Qian Renxue's heart, involuntarily stirring a ripple within her.
"Aunt, you're beautiful too."
Tang Yin answered without the slightest hesitation.
Though in her forties,