"Miss, you, hello, I, I am... I..."
"Meet my son, Chu Nandong," the Princess said, somewhat at a loss for words.
However, it was no wonder that her son, who had not seen much of the world, was so bewitched by Chu Qianli's beauty.
Most importantly, Chu Qianli's demeanor was indeed very special.
She appeared gentle and frail, with a somewhat thin body and a slightly pale complexion as if lacking in strength, provoking a feeling of a delicate willow swayed by the wind.
Yet, she was far from feeble.
The heroic spirit in her eyes, along with her domineering and noble air, were not qualities any ordinary girl possessed.
No wonder her own son was taken aback.
"I have met the Princely Heir," Chu Qianli said lightly.
It took Chu Nandong a while to recover. Blushing, he lowered his head and stammered, "Met, met Miss Chu."
Chu Qianli paid him no further attention, turning instead to look at the Princess.
"Please," the Princess said.
