The carriage came to a stop, and the immaculately dressed Shen Cong hopped off.
The morning sun shrouded him, his clothes embellished with gold thread, making him appear like a dazzling, golden Phoenix.
Shen Cong was quite good-looking. However, his previous status as a merchant, no matter how attractive he was, confined him into insignificance by societal standards.
After he became a viscount, he continued to keep a low profile. It was only recently, as Emperor Yue began to favour him more and more, that he began to dress more ostentatiously.
Su Luo looked at him and laughed: "Indeed, people are judged by their clothes, just as Buddhas are judged by their gold. Dressed like this, Viscount Shen is likely to mesmerise every young lady on the street!"
Perhaps due to the intense sunlight, Su Luo noticed a momentary gloom in Shen Cong's eyes. However, as he took a few more steps forward, the gloom dissipated, replaced by clarity and cheerfulness.
