Sheng Weiqiao looked at that person unconsciously. He was a young man in his early twenties, with a golden crown and a jade hair clasp, dressed in purple sable fur. When he raised his hand, a piece of the duck-egg blue sleeves with dark embroidered lotus and chrysanthemum patterns could be seen. The slender and white knuckles were set off by the fur that seemed like jade decoration, shining brightly.

He was taller than the average, probably the same as Sheng Shuihe. He stood ...