In Liu Yongzhou's eyes, that young lady of the Zhong Clan was the most perfect noblewoman he had ever seen. She was gentle and captivating, yet every word and every smile carried an ethereal, fairy-like aura that seemed present yet absent.
Though she had never revealed which Profound Martial Aristocratic Clan she came from, she had to be from an exceptionally noble family. One could tell just by her bearing.
The Liu Clan's legitimate young lady looked fairly extraordinary in ordinary times, and two aristocratic clans had already come to propose marriage. Yet compared to Miss Zhong Luoxian, she was like a country girl from a tenant farmer's home, feeding chickens and ducks.
Luoxian.
What a beautiful name, so full of immortal grace. She truly seemed like a fairy maiden who had accidentally fallen from the Immortal Palace in the heavens into the mortal world.
Even when eating Spirit Fish, she unconsciously ate only the softest, most tender portions, such as the belly and cheeks, and often merely sampled them for their fresh flavor.
As for the White Jade Spirit Rice Wine he usually regarded as a treasure, he now did not even dare take it out. He still vividly remembered the faint disgust and disdain in her eyes.
The one thing that angered and frustrated him most was this: why had he been drinking on that boat with that damned brat Zhao Dingtian of the Zhao Clan that day? If not for that, he would have been the only one to save the distressed young lady of the Zhong Clan.
That damned Zhao Dingtian! Luoxian did not like you at all, yet you still dared pester and fawn over her every day.
Still, he and Luoxian probably did not have many days left to spend together. Her family retainers