Ye Chutang continued to study the man's face, her mind searching frantically.
'Where… where have I seen that face before?'
After a moment, the man was the first to look away. His expression remained placid, as if he hadn't noticed a thing.
The person beside him turned and said something, and he leaned slightly to the side to listen.
Judging by their lip movements, they were speaking the Nanhu language, so they weren't worried about being overheard.
Soon, the procession of carriages passed down the street.
It left many people in its wake, still gazing after it wistfully.
"To think a man more beautiful than a woman actually exists in this world!"
"Especially his eyes! They're like deep lakes..."
"I wonder what his official rank is? But since he's an envoy to the Capital City, he must be young and promising, right?"
"A pity he's one of the Southern Hu people. A foreigner. What does it matter how good-looking he is?"
