Chu Qitong chuckled lightly, reached out and opened the curtain, and stepped out of the carriage. Snowflakes fluttered down onto her shoulders. Líluò quickly opened a red umbrella and followed in her footsteps.

Ming Luan arrived early at the entrance of the Wang Mansion. She was wearing a peach-colored dress today. The moment she saw Chu Qitong, a bright smile appeared on her lips, more beautiful than the peach blossoms in March. She lifted her skirt and ran towards Chu Qitong, the maidens holding umbrellas unable to keep up with her pace.

After Mingluan ran to Chuxitong's side, he directly pounced into Chuxitong's arms. The force with which he threw himself was so strong that Chuxitong was pushed back two steps before stabilizing his posture.

"Luan'er, hurry up and apologize to the princess. What kind of appearance is this, rushing around like this?" King Ryan couldn't help but speak out and scold his daughter for her impulsive behavior.

After hearing what King Ryan said, Mingluan pouted dissatisfiedly. The alluring charm of a young girl was particularly vivid on her. She said, "Father, look at you, so cautious. Painting Sister won't be angry, right?"

In the end, as the story goes, Mingluan's deep black eyes, shining like precious gemstones, gazed at Chu Qitong. In her eyes, there was complete and unwavering trust in Chu Qitong.

Chu Qitong extended her hand and gently rubbed the high bun on Ming Luan's head. Before she could speak, she heard King Rui'an say, "If Tinger isn't angry, it only proves her good temperament. Your current appearance is simply improper. If someone with ill intentions were to see it, they might criticize our Rui'an Royal Palace for lacking proper manners."

The words of King Ruian made Mingluan curl her lips. She grabbed onto Chu Qitong's arm and charmingly said, "Elder sister Hua, let's go inside quickly. Everyone is waiting for us."

Prince Ruian was infuriated when he saw Mingluan completely ignore his words. He glared at her fiercely and then turned to Chu Qitong, gesturing with his hand, saying, "Tong'er, this girl, Mingluan, has been spoiled by me. If she behaves improperly in any way, please forgive her."

Prince Ruian thought, in the end, Mingluan is still young, and she doesn't care about etiquette as long as she thinks her relationship with Chu Qitong is good. But Chu Qitong is a princess of the Great Chu Dynasty after all. Even if she doesn't mind Mingluan's rudeness, outsiders would inevitably find fault with it when they see it.

Thinking of this, King Ryan felt that he should find another opportunity to teach Mingluan about proper etiquette. After all, not everyone in this world had a temper as good as Princess Liuhua Chu Qitong.

The swirling thoughts in King Rui'an's mind did not disturb Mingluan in the slightest. Mingluan held Chu Qitong's hand and crossed over the tall threshold, passing through the long corridor, racing all the way to the plum garden inside King Rui'an's residence.

Because of running fast, when Ming Luan stopped, her small face was flushed, just like a ripe red apple. Chu Qi Tong looked at her gasping for breath with her mouth open, disregarding her image, and a faint smile curved at the corners of his lips.

Chu Qitong took out her own handkerchief from her sleeve and gently wiped the sweat from Ming Luan's corner of the eye. She found it somewhat amusing and teased, "Ming Luan, you're always so unconcerned about your appearance. In the future, which young master from which family will dare to marry you?"

Ming Luan's face blushed even more at Chu Qitong's words, but she did not lower her head like an ordinary girl. Her gaze met Chu Qitong's eyes without any evasion as she said, "If I develop feelings for someone, even if he does not want to marry me, I will make my father the king force him to marry me. The person Ming Luan likes can only be mine."