Jun Yuyan had always worn either black or white, but today he surprisingly donned a light celestial blue robe adorned with cloud patterns, and he removed his mask after entering the room.
Murong Jiu was instantly dazzled.
He naturally possessed a noble aura, and being tall, the scars on his face had faded considerably—they were no longer as frightening as before. Compared to his handsome appearance, these scars seemed inconspicuous.
He looked good in both black and white, but those colors made him appear rather cold and distinguished. This light-colored garment seemed to add a different kind of warmth to him.
It felt like his demeanor had become gentler, or was it just her imagination?
Murong Jiu felt embarrassed to keep staring at him and quickly asked, "Has the Prince had his meal yet?"
"No, I have already ordered the kitchen to bring it over."
She nodded, then asked, "Did the Prince soak his feet in medicine today?"
"I forgot."
