“Cao’er, Royal Prince Yang is here…” As the master and servant talked about the grand carriage procession, a voice of greeting sounded in the front courtyard. Before Madam Liu had finished speaking, a tall figure had already walked into the backyard. 

He was dressed in an ice-blue robe inlaid with gold embroidery at the border and looked like a person made of flawless jade. Even without excessive movement, he still gave off a sense of nobility, prominence, and aloofness. His pair of slightly slanted eyes were as clear as a black obsidian immersed in water. His pure pupils and the bewitching shape of his eyes were merged wonderfully into an extremely beautiful style… 

“Wow!! Young Miss, it was him. He’s the person who was riding on the tall, black horse in front of the procession!! Could it be that they were heading to our house?” Erya was first stunned by the gorgeous appearance of the man in front of her, and then her mind suddenly cleared up and she started screaming again. 

Yu Xiaocao smacked away her finger that was pointing at Royal Prince Yang, and pretended to scold her, “No manners! Aren’t you going to quickly ask the royal prince for forgiveness?” 

“Pri… Prince?” In the plays, those who offended a prince would be killed. Erya immediately...