This was Xie Huizhou's first time seeing Fang Yuanke, the young marquis and the top in the original novel, up close. He boldly took a good look.
Xie Huizhou appreciated the beautiful things in the world. No beauty could escape his discerning eye.
Fang Yuanke looked like an aloof, handsome man. With his languid manner, he seemed like any ordinary young nobleman, showing none of the bearing of his ancestors who had fought campaigns on horseback, none of the air of a military family.
Staring at Fang Yuanke's face, Xie Huizhou kept feeling that his features looked a little familiar.
Could beauties have commonplace faces in the Capital City?
What an unusual way to put it.
Xie Huizhou looked at him, and Fang Yuanke raised an eyebrow as he looked back. Neither spoke again.
Zhou Yanqing watched the two thoughtfully, then took the initiative to invite them to the table. "Your Highness, my lord, the food will go cold if we wait any longer. Please, take your seats."
The moment Xie Huizhou heard there was good food, he dug in without standing on ceremony.
The cooks at the Anping Marquis Residence were quite skilled too. Later, he would have the Shadow Guards come poach them to cook for him.
Although the atmosphere when they met had been rather unpleasant, they chatted quite happily over the meal.
As expected of the universally adored protagonist bottom, he was a captivating conversationalist. He told Xie Huizhou about everything he had seen and heard along his journey, making it impossible not to keep listening.
Xie Huizhou thought these marvelous rumors might come in handy someday, and he committed them to memory as he listened.
This filled Xie Huizhou, who had never left the Capital City, with longing. He decided to send people to buy