Xiaozi's efficiency was astounding; it only took her a day to prepare the clothes.
The next evening, Jiang Yingying changed into men's clothing and exited from the side door, where an unmarked carriage was already waiting.
It was Ouyang Chengze!
He was dressed in a white robe, bathed in the glow of the moonlight, with silver boots on his feet that seemed untouched by the dirt at the foot of the door, akin to an Immortal.
Upon seeing Jiang Yingying dressed in men's attire, his eyes were filled with surprise and admiration, his face adorned with a broad smile, standing alone under the gently rising moonlight, less naive and more exuberant and pure.
"Sister Jiang... Ah, no, Young Master Jiang, you are truly dashing in these men's clothes!"
Jiang Yingying was quite tall for a woman, thanks to her tall parents, but dressed in men's clothing, she still appeared somewhat frail.
Yet, Ouyang Chengze's sincere gaze almost made one believe that this was indeed his heartfelt impression.
