The man was wearing a clean white garment, squatting in front of a withered flower.
His face was very beautiful.
Fair and clean, at a glance, it could evoke a protective instinct.
Just look at that servant in front of him, appearing so heartbroken.
This is a very obvious example.
In the pavilion, the Third Prince held a fan, smiling broadly.
"Look, it's only been a few days, and this Young Master has taken in another male concubine. No flower blooms red for a hundred days; no person stays good for a thousand."
After speaking, the Third Prince shook his head, clicking his tongue.
Then he turned to look at Ji Yu.
He found that Ji Yu was still sitting there silently, sipping tea.
The Third Prince cast another lure.
"You see, feelings are the most unreliable thing; better to seek fame, fortune, and rank.
Especially since your Young Master is such a lustful and fickle man.
You can make him like you for a moment, but you can't make him like you for a lifetime."
