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The man wore a moonlight blue long robe made of cloud brocade today, complemented by a gold-embroidered jade belt. The lighter color accentuated his handsome features, making his complexion appear even more pale and flawless. He exuded an ethereal grace, every gesture reflecting the refinement cultivated through years of living in luxury. He patiently waited for a pot of tea to boil.
In contrast to the two attendants, he appeared relaxed and composed, showing no signs of the panic that would typically accompany a flight. Zhuo echoed his thoughts, "Yes, the court has set its sights on us. Staying any longer would be dangerous! The city gates opened early this morning. Our goods have successfully headed south; let’s seize this opportunity and leave the city quickly!"
Zhuo was worried about a confrontation with Rong Jiayi and advised, "As long as we have the green mountains, we need not fear a lack of firewood. That dog official's life can be taken another time."
With a bubbling sound, the water boiled. He lifted the lid, releasing a cloud of steam. Xiao Yu used his long, bony fingers to hold a soft cloth as he picked up a round-bellied light-colored ceramic pot and poured slowly and steadily.
The boiling water cascaded precisely into the teapot, releasing an aromatic fragrance that filled the air. The delicate white steam softened the sharpness of his brows and eyes.
The way tea was consumed on the grasslands was far less refined than in the Central Plains. Zhuo had been in the capital for some time and had encountered many renowned tea experts, but none could match his composure or elegance. Unless one had spent years in luxurious surroundings, it was impossible to exude such extraordinary charm.
At this moment, as he smiled lightly, his thin lips curled into a disdainful arc. "Those masters from the palace—Rong Jiayi—do they really think this king will waste time dealing with them? After I meet with someone tonight, I will leave the city early."
"Is there really not a single portrait in such a large prince's residence? Was it sent to the palace?" Song Feiwan asked in surprise.
Steward Sun replied truthfully, "As for what the princess said, it was not sent to the palace; rather, the prince disliked portraits during his lifetime, so there are only those from before he turned five."
"I see," she said. "He really did not like having his picture taken."
Song Feiwan took a moment to collect her thoughts and said, "Bring me the portrait of His Highness from when he was a child; I would like to take a look."
Butler Sun assumed she wanted to reminisce, and with a sigh, he presented the portrait.
Upon seeing it, Song Feiwan couldn't help but let out a quiet sigh. She shouldn't have had too many expectations regarding ancient painting styles. While there was some expressiveness, the face shape and features were disappointingly lacking in realism. If one didn't speak, they might mistake it for a New Year painting of a child.
Moreover, the appearance would surely differ significantly as he grew up. Yet, she didn’t give up just like that. She set down the portrait and subtly tried to engage Butler Sun in conversation.
"Who do you think His Highness resembles more—His Majesty or Consort?"
Butler Sun immediately knelt on the ground, filled with trepidation as he replied, "This servant does not dare to make rash judgments!"
"There are no outsiders in this manor; we are just chatting casually. Besides, I asked you first," she said with a hint of sorrow in her expression. In this Prince Chen's residence, only Butler Sun had served His Highness for many years. Other than him, whenever she thought of His Highness, she didn't know whom else to confide in.
Butler Sun instantly showed a look of shame. He truly felt guilty; the Princess merely wanted someone to reminisce about His Highness with—what could be wrong with that? It was his fault for causing her distress. "Then I will dare to say that compared to the two noble ones, His Highness actually resembles the Late Emperor more."
"Oh?"
Song Feiwan continued to draw him out, piecing together a face based on his descriptions. Wait a moment—this appearance wasn’t...
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