"Princess Huazhen, your hairpin is truly beautiful. If it were inlaid with a turquoise stone, it would complement your complexion even more." Fengyu's voice flowed softly with the spring breeze.
Feng Shu let out a discreet sigh of relief and gave Chen Lin a subtle glance. Chen Lin sheathed his sword as Feng Shu raised her voice, saying, "Your Highness, Princess, this humble woman Feng Shu daringly requests an audience."
Huazhen turned her head and let out a whistle, causing the white tiger to halt and fix its gaze on Feng Shu and her group. Feng Shu walked past the ferocious tiger without so much as a glance, as if it didn't exist. Yet Chen Lin and Zhang Da grew more cautious, while Qiuxiang, in fright, gripped Chunlu's wrist tightly, taking timid steps behind her, too scared to look at the tiger.
