The young gentleman who spoke was wearing lavish attire, and even in the height of autumn, he still held a folding fan, feigning elegance.
Gu Shengyin studied him closely, noting that while his features could barely pass for handsome, his complexion was somewhat pale and sickly, and his steps seemed unsteady—likely the result of overindulgence in sensual pleasures.
Gu Shengyin always felt he looked familiar.
Across from him was an inconspicuous green carriage, its curtains drawn, driven by a bearded man in his forties.
The moment Gu Shengyin saw this man, a shiver ran through her heart.
A warrior's intuition told her that he was a master.
At this moment, the young gentleman spoke again, "Do you know how much silver my clothes are worth? People like you probably couldn't repay it in an entire lifetime!"
His robe had only been splattered with a bit of dust at the hem, hardly noticeable unless one looked closely.
Gu Shengyin heard some people discussing nearby.
