Ren Anle was momentarily stunned. She gazed at An Ning and spoke softly, a faint smile playing on the corner of her mouth. "Oh? Who does the princess think I resemble?" "I went to Mount Tai to learn martial arts with my master at the age of five. My father summoned me to descend from the mountain." In the quiet night, An Ning's voice echoed with a touch of nostalgia. "You should know that eleven years ago, a young lady from the noble family arrived in Beijing, and my father treated her like a princess. At that time, there was no princess of the appropriate age in the palace, so even I was called back from Mount Tai to keep her company."
Ren Anle's eyes darkened in the darkness, and her voice took on an ethereal tone. "Everyone in the world knows that the most esteemed and favored lady of the noble family, bestowed with the name Emperor Taizu himself, is Ziyuan, the jewel of the imperial family. So why, according to the princess, do I bear such a strong resemblance to that Emperor Ziyuan?"
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