Qi Ruiyuan was a man who preferred composing poetry to chasing power. Not only was he higher in rank than the other princes and lords, but he was also still quite young; once the New Year passed, he would only be thirteen.
He took a few steps forward and stood before Xiao Zhizhi. As a breeze brushed past, their eyes met. A gentleman as elegant as jade, a young lady as lovely as a flower—the onlookers couldn't help but sigh, "What a truly magnificent sight!"
Shangguan Yan, who had been strutting about with arrogance, now looked like a peeled shrimp, hunched over with his head lowered. "Greetings to Prince Yu. We were merely joking with sister Zhizhi."
Chapter 24