Everyone in the Nanzhao Nation knew that the Prince Consort of the Queen Manor was a low-key person. Unlike the Little Commandery Princess who wished she could set up a ceremonial ceremony when she went out, the Prince Consort did not even have an accompanying guard. His clothes were also extremely simple, unlike the luxurious clothes of ordinary masters of aristocratic families. Instead, he only wore a navy blue robe.
He was holding a book and sitting on a cushioned seat. His figure was tall and thin. He had a pair of slender jade-like hands. They were the hands of a scholar, and it was as if he could smell the fragrance of books on his fingertips.
A sunlight shone in and landed on his silver mask.
Yan Jiuchao had long heard the description of the Prince Consort from Bai Xiaosheng, so he was not surprised to see the mask. He was just more sure of his identity.
