He was clothed in a stunning, crimson Shu brocade robe that enhanced his fair complexion, making him resemble a splendidly fanned peacock.
His posture was leisurely and casual, not at all formal. This relaxed demeanor, rather than diminishing his attractiveness, only served to inspire envy. Envy for his good looks, but more so for his carefree attitude.
Jiang Shu!
Damn it!
Helian Yong narrowed his eyes, an ominous shadow lurking within them.
In the past, it was that devastatingly handsome face that had fooled both him and his father, leading them to believe that this man, who seemed to have gained his military position through ancestral privileges and was all brawn and no brain, lacked any real substance.
So they didn't question the defense plan he leaked after escaping his harsh ten-day incarceration.
