Zuixian Building.
Qin Liuxi watched the variety of unique and impressive men inside the room, his lips perpetually curling upwards, never once drooping.
Sealed within Moxiu's beauty and charm, Yue Ding was sturdy and righteous, bearing an air of dignity; Jing Xiaosi was handsomely noble, Xiong Er was naively honest—each and every one of them was rather good-looking, truly a pleasing sight to the eyes.
The old servant glanced over at the screen, whispering to Leshui, "Those known by the Junior Temple Master are all either rich or noble, and all well-favored. It seems our young master just can't compare."
Leshui held back a little before responding, "Don't say that anymore. Both you and the old Marquis are buzzing with enthusiasm, but as I see it, neither the young master nor the Junior Temple Master really mean anything by it, especially the Junior Temple Master, who simply hasn't come to his senses."
