The Prince's Mansion is of traditional medieval European style, like a castle, weathered yet maintaining its grandeur, coldness.
Just like the mistress living inside, Joanna.
The more beautiful her appearance, the more ruthless her heart!
Jian Xi drove inside, smoothly and unhindered. Every servant who saw her respectfully lowered their heads and stood aside: "Miss Jianxi."
Everyone knows Jian Xi is Joanna and her ex-husband's daughter. But so what? This is the Princess Consort's territory, and no one dares to be impolite to Jian Xi.
Jian Xi stopped the car, and someone opened the door for her: "Miss Jianxi, the Princess Consort is waiting for you."
"Okay." Jian Xi kept a cold face, marching forward.
The high heels clicked crisply on the marble-paved road.
The wind passed, lifting her hair and the hem of her dress. Even without makeup, she was still captivating.
