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Song Jiyun turned back.

The man standing in front of her carriage appeared to be in his mid-twenties, of average height, with fair skin and delicate facial features. He was dressed in a purple-red robe adorned with a pattern of auspicious clouds and trailing flowers, and his waistbelt inlaid with gold and jade sparkled dazzlingly in the sunlight.

Song Jiyun nodded to him without changing her expression.

Yuan Yunzhong had never mentioned Wei Jie to her.

Was it because in his heart Wei Jie was not considered a close childhood friend, or was it that their time together had been too short, and he had not yet had the chance to mention him?

"Young Master Wei!" she greeted politely.

Wei Jie didn't say anything for a long while, his gaze filled with barely concealed amazement as he looked at her.

But after his brief amazement, he frowned, looking somewhat irritated, and said, "Miss Song, I have long admired you!"