The three soon arrived at a bustling marketplace. Amid the varied outfits of the pedestrians, Ying Wulin's magnificent golden Dragon Robe looked distinctly out of place, drawing repeated sidelong glances.
They entered a clothing shop, and the owner hurriedly brought out his finest brocade outfits for this distinguished "honored guest." Yet Ying Wulin merely glanced at them. His gaze passed straight over the elegant blue tunics and sober black robes, landing instead on a red outfit casually hung in a corner.
It was a neatly tailored set of close-fitting red clothes. Though the fabric was nothing luxurious, it radiated bold vitality.
"I'll take this one." Ying Wulin reached out and took down the red outfit, his lips curving slightly as satisfaction flashed in his eyes. He changed out of the cumbersome Dragon Robe right in front of the two of them. The moment he put on the red clothes, much of the oppressive imperial presence surrounding him miraculously dissipated.
Now, he no longer resembled a sovereign whose every word carried the weight of nine cauldrons. Instead, he looked every bit the spirited young scion of a great family, ready to venture into the world.
"Red really does suit me best." Ying Wulin turned before the bronze mirror, delight filling his mismatched eyes, gold on the left and purple on the right. "This color is bright enough, fiery enough. Wearing it even makes my heart feel a little more open."
Watching while he paid, Xu Sanshi could not resist leaning toward Bei Bei and whispering, "Hey, eldest senior brother, don't you think His Majesty seems especially fond of red? Look how much lighter he seems after changing into those clothes. Doesn't he seem a little too boyish? He's nothing like one of those deeply calculating emperors who spend all day scheming