Before she even reached the entrance of the Meifu Mansion, a soft sedan chair blocked her path. The sedan chair was entirely white, with bright yellow-gold edges, exuding extreme luxury. It was unusually large, capable of accommodating four or five people without any issue.
Eighteen black-clad guards stood outside the sedan chair, silent and cold-faced.
There were countless servants carrying the sedan chair, dressed in brocade, exuding elegance in their understated attire.
This was an imposing presence that only the royal family could command!
Sitting inside the sedan chair were none other than the princes who were out for leisure.
The eldest prince, Murong Ye, was among them, dressed in a bright yellow fur-lined robe. With fair features and a clear and refined appearance, his narrow and deep phoenix eyes resembled ancient inkstones, exuding an unparalleled nobility and dignity that captivated onlookers.
Mei Kaishao's peripheral vision caught the female members of the Mei family in attendance, all gazing infatuatedly at the eldest prince, Murong Ye. Her own gaze couldn't help but linger on him for a moment. No wonder her mind, in its previous state, could only accommodate thoughts of the eldest prince. This man, even if he did nothing, possessed the charisma that drove people to madness.
Murong Ye looked at the dumbfounded Mei Kaishao outside the sedan chair, and a layer of undisguised disdain surged in the depths of his narrow eyes.
On the other hand, a man sitting in the darkest corner leisurely turned the teacup in his hand, his robe half-open, lazily tapping his fingertips on the exquisite blue-and-white porcelain. A vague and indistinct laziness hung at the corners of his mouth.
Mei Kaishao couldn't see the scenery inside the sedan chair; the only thing that caught her eye was the disdainful handsome face of Murong Ye.
Her steps hesitated slightly.
The onlookers sneered inwardly, thinking to themselves: A fool is a fool. Even if she has become bolder and more skilled, she hasn't changed her nature of throwing herself at others. Mei Kaishao will definitely run towards the eldest prince as she did before...
But who knew!
Mei Kaishao didn't even spare a glance at the sedan chair. In full view of everyone, she lifted her leg, took a detour, and walked into the Meifu Mansion.
"Big brother, what trick is Mei Kaishao playing this time?" At this moment, the ninth prince, Murong Changhai, sitting at the other end of the sedan chair, spoke, his tone filled with disbelief, and even his pitch-black eyes widened in astonishment.
"What do you think?" Murong Ye withdrew his gaze from Mei Kaishao and spoke with an indifferent tone.
Murong Changhai snorted coldly, "She used to cling to you so tightly, and now she's coldly ignoring you. Clearly, it's a case of playing hard to get. Like a toad lusting after swan's flesh!"
"It doesn't matter what she does. Anyway, things have escalated to this point, and Father won't force me to marry her anymore." Murong Ye let down the curtain of the sedan chair, his handsome face carrying a faint contempt.
Murong Changhai nodded heavily, showing a bit of childishness at his age. He turned his head to look at the man in the shadows and said, "The selection of the concubine ceremony will be held tomorrow. Brothers, don't be careless. Be careful when choosing, and don't get involved with such shameless women!"
[End of this chapter]