Lou Chuhe had come to attend the banquet.
When Qi Yue and Zhao Xiyan arrived, the man was waiting in the front hall, and from a distance, he seemed quite imposing.
By the time they reached the hall and saw his true appearance, Qi Yue had already developed a favorable impression of him.
Lou Chuhe did not have the corpulent figure typical of the wealthy elite; rather, he was strikingly lean, exuding an air of integrity.
His face was thin, his eyes bright, and his beard sparse but neatly trimmed.
He wore a plain gray robe with no accessories at his waist.
Looking at him, he did not resemble a famous magnate from Yecheng but rather an unknown scholar.
Seeing the two from afar, he had already deeply bowed in respect.
"Greetings, Marquis, Miss Qi!"
"Please rise."
Zhao Xiyan beckoned him to stand, and then Qi Yue noticed that he was quite tall.
He must have been a handsome man in his youth.
