"Yes!"
Xiang Yun reluctantly agreed with a sigh, just as she was about to discuss the mischievous mindset she had indulged in the girl, her eyes suddenly widened and her body stiffened as she turned her face slowly.
By the window, a handsome and refined man was dressed in a sky-blue brocade arrow-sleeved robe adorned with the pattern of green bamboo; the collar and cuffs were bordered with a silver-grey cloud pattern. He wore official boots with black edges on a white base, his waist encircled by a jade belt, his dark hair bound up high and a white jade hairpin fastened within, exuding an imposing aura of nobility—it was none other than the person they had just been talking about.
"You, you, you..." Xiang Yun, as if she had seen a ghost, pointed a trembling finger at him, her tongue tied in knots.
"What's wrong with me?"
