In the crowd, King Yan of Western Chu, Qin Zhongyu, was dressed in an embroidered gold-black robe. His long hair was tied high, his face handsome, and his eyes were smiling.
Seeing Qi Yue's doubtful gaze cast towards him, Qin Zhongyu did not dodge or hide, but responded with a hooked lip, making no attempt to conceal his prying behavior.
"Boring!"
Qi Yue sneered inwardly, her eyes not diminishing in intensity but instead staring straight back.
Had she been any ordinary woman, she would have blushed under such suggestive scrutiny, but who was Qi Yue?
Having lived two lifetimes, though nothing of significance had occurred, she had, nevertheless, seen numerous men.
Furthermore, Zhao Xiyan's perfect visage was already deeply etched in her heart, causing all other handsome men to become dim and unimpressive in her eyes.
In the staring contest, it was ultimately Qin Zhongyu who seemed to concede, turning his face away.
"Humph."
Qi Yue withdrew her gaze and began her free clinic.
