Soon the gentleman arrived.
During class, Xuanyuan Yichuan seemed somewhat distracted, and Mo Qing was the same.
The difference was, one was heartbroken, the other proud and joyful.
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The news of the Eldest Princess's death had not yet spread, yet storytellers among the people were already disseminating rumors everywhere.
In a elegantly decorated inn, a storyteller holding a fan began, "Speaking of that Eldest Princess, learned literature at age three, trained in martial arts at age four, whether in literature or martial arts, she was a natural genius. Once there was a master wandering the world, who bestowed upon the Eldest Princess a token, that token was like snow in the clouds, icy cold all over..."
Inside the inn, sat two women, wearing veiled hats concealing their faces, but their slender and tall figures stood out. One held a child, ordered some snacks, and listened intently to the storyteller.
