"Is that the late emperor's youngest son, Prince Min?"
Song Ci saw the young man in splendid attire leisurely riding a tall horse, smiling and greeting the common folk on both sides of the street.
He noticed a child who had fallen and even stopped to dismount, bowing respectfully to the elderly and the child with a gentle demeanor, leaving the elderly person at a loss, looking both surprised and flattered.
"Prince Min was sent to his fiefdom at the age of six. I, as a humble servant, had never seen him before. Looking at him now, he seems quite approachable," said the Palace Nanny with a tone of admiration.
Song Ci watched as Prince Min mounted his horse again, her gaze settling on his face, and said, "He looks rather unremarkable."
The face of this Prince couldn't be called particularly handsome, not even surpassing her own elder son and Baoyu. Yet, his demeanor exuded noble grace and elegance, with his attire perfectly reflecting his refined and precious status.
