In truth, he had already slowed his pace, having waited for quite a while.
Leng Muling had met Lu Mian before; this prominent Prime Minister, from an exceptional family, extraordinarily talented, a gentleman, was a rare young talent, even more so than her younger uncle.
However, speaking of Lu Mian, he wasn't young either, a decade her senior, similar in age to her younger uncle. When spoken of, he was considered younger only because, approaching thirty, he had yet to take a wife.
Thus, in the eyes of the unwed daughters of Jiang Du City, he was a highly sought-after bachelor.
With a substantial family fortune and high official rank, and to top it off, a handsome face.
Which unwed daughter wouldn't covet him?
As Lu Mian walked by Leng Muling, a faint medicinal scent wafted from her, a refreshing change that set her apart from other ladies of the inner court.
Free from the heavy scent of greasepaint so common among them!
