"Eight sister-in-law, that woman is the Beiyuan Country's Princess intended for a marriage alliance." Mo Jingxuan spoke with certainty. Similarly, his attention was not much focused on the stage; he indifferently lowered his eyelids, fiddling with the teacup in his hand.
"Hmm, very beautiful." Qu Tan'er's initial impression of the woman's appearance earned her such a comment. Indeed, very beautiful, a quintessential foreign beauty, not possessing the petite delicateness of Eastern women, which made her seem wild yet forthright, uniquely and specially beautiful.
One dance, one song, and it ended.
There was a burst of applause, and cheered voices also fluctuated.
"Good! Very good!"
From the main seat, a robust male voice rang out, overpowering the others.
Beiyuan King laughed heartily.
He didn't mind the current situation, being quite carefree. As for his daughter's performance, he was very satisfied.
