The early winter morning arrived with a crisp chill, devoid of snowfall. It was a perfect day for travel.
In the room, two diligent servants, Si and San, bustled around the tall, silver-haired ger. Xu Feng was clad in the same intricate robe from the previous day—other than his wedding robe, his other clothing was made simpler and he needed to look presentable in front of the Xuans.
Maybe he would need a few more pairs of upscale robes. Even wearing the same robes, but changing the color of the inner robes, it gave new life to the outfit, he looked resplendent, his enchanting presence heightened by the prominent red mole between his brows.
Si artfully styled his hair into another sophisticated updo, working to make him appear his best for the day. As she worked, a touch of worry crept into her voice.
"Young mistress?" Si inquired, concern lacing her words.
