"Miss Ruoyun was right. No one was perfect, and naturally, no flower was flawless either," someone beside her praised.
Xu Zimo stepped closer and looked inside, only to discover that the crowd had gathered around a patch where pink peonies and white peonies intertwined.
The woman who had spoken earlier wore purple robes, with a layer of violet gauze draped over her slender, willow-like waist.
Her face was likewise veiled by a layer of purple silk.
Though her features could not be seen clearly, her eyes were soft as water. She was clearly a beauty in the making.
The two people arguing nearby were both young men.
One wore a black robe and a crown-like cap, while the other wore white robes with his hair bound atop his head. Most amusingly, two ox horns grew from his head.
They were the symbol of the Minotaur race.
"Young Master Niu, Young Master Zuo, stop arguing," someone nearby urged.
"These two kinds of flowers each have their own merits."
The woman in purple seemed rather uninterested. She suggested, "Why don't we go take a look at the music chamber? We've seen enough flowers."
"Then we'll listen to Miss Xiao," someone beside her agreed.
Xu Zimo saw someone walking toward him. It was a chubby little fellow.
His hair was combed to a gleaming shine, and he held a fan in an exceedingly flamboyant manner.
Xu Zimo stopped the chubby fellow and asked, "Brother, may I ask who these people are?"
"Who are you?" The chubby fellow glanced at Xu Zimo and countered.
"My name remains unchanged whether I sit or stand—Xu Zimo, the honest and reliable young gentleman," Xu Zimo replied.
"I am Bai Qiuhe, Little White Dragon of the Waves," the chubby fellow likewise announced.
Xu Zimo sized him up. The