"Don't spout nonsense, I'm not as good-looking as others," Nan Feng kept walking forward, but after a little while, she suddenly remembered something: Tuoba Lie had also changed into local clothing.
Only then did she turn her head to glance at him, just a fleeting look, before saying, "You look alright in those clothes, finally not resembling the Second Prince."
"Then what do I resemble? Tell me, no, let me guess first, you must be thinking that in these clothes, I look exactly like a wealthy young master, right? It's no big deal, not everyone can be a prince. I've heard that when the Emperor makes secret visits in disguise, he dresses like this too, so I'm indifferent to looking like a prince or not."
Nan Feng frowned slightly: "But my point wasn't that you look like a prince, but rather that you resemble a rough man from Jianghu, looking at that scar of yours."
