In one of the guest courtyards of Chen Manor, Zhang Xuan was busy fixing his long silky hair in a high bun. After struggling for a moment or two, he finally secured it with a beautiful golden hairpin.
A sigh of contentment left his lips as he looked at his reflection in the mirror. He looked so much better in a wedding robe than he expected. He was indeed way too handsome to not look good in whatever he wore. His emerald eyes sparkled with satisfaction at what they were seeing. He was confident that his appearance would take away his bride's breath the moment she would see him.
