Nicholas chuckled softly at her words.
Gu Shengyin was puzzled, "What are you laughing at?"
She replayed what she'd just said in her mind and didn't find anything amiss.
In the next moment, Nicholas appeared by her side.
The two sat together on the swing, the golden sunshine casting on his god-given features, and Gu Shengyin looked up slightly, her breath catching for a moment.
Nicholas said with a smile, "I can pretty much understand what you mean, in my era, people also pursued beauty."
The Duke of Violet's carriage, every time he traveled, was custom-made.
Because many men and women, attracted by His Grace the Duke's beauty, would find all sorts of ways to approach him.
And according to the customs of the time, this was considered a good thing, and Nicholas couldn't be angry about it, nor could he punish those who challenged the Duke's dignity.
Hearing Nicholas's shameless words, Gu Shengyin nearly laughed to the point of collapsing into his arms.
