A white base, a red outer robe—he was naturally handsome and dashing, and now, in this red and white, he was even more bewitchingly alluring, like a blazing fire.
As he admired himself in the mirror, he couldn't help but sigh, "Such a beautiful face."
The Li family had once been the wealthiest in Pingchang Prefecture, and even after they had shed the title, and their household wasn't as prosperous as before, their substantial basis meant that everyone in the mansion, the Master, the servants—even one tasked with carrying manure—were decently clothed, and every meal included white rice and wheat flour. And the life here, it was so much better than at his own home.
But being here on his own and enjoying the good fortune, he felt somewhat uneasy in his heart.
Silver, oh, what a wonderful thing it is!
His coquettish peach blossom and phoenix eyes flashed fiercely.
"Young Master Shujun, Young Master Li has come."
