To be honest, Zhuo Ping’an didn’t look like an idiot at all.

Like other high-fed childes, he was fair-skinned with regular facial features unlike Commandery Princess Qingjiang. He must take after his father. The disheveled hair on his shoulders was obviously delicately cleaned, which was black and long enough to reach his waist. He was wearing a brocade robe with blue background and the pattern of four kinds of flowers that bloomed in different seasons. His waist was loosely ...