Shen Hao looked at himself in the copper mirror. He had to admit, this silly slave Xia Nu actually had pretty good taste.
Shen Hao had really never worn white clothes before. It wasn't that he disliked white, but white stained too easily—by the end of a day there'd be smudges on the elbows, the collar... It just wasn't as carefree as darker colors.
But the outfit Xia Nu picked today was nicely tailored, somewhat like a long warrior robe, with some subtle dark red patterns at the details; overall, it looked pretty good.
Anyway, Shen Hao felt he looked quite decent in this getup.
"And this too, Master. It looks best when you flick it open." Xia Nu pulled out a folded fan from who knows where and handed it to Shen Hao.
With a swish, the fan opened—the surface was black, but written in bold gold script. Looking closer, it turned out to be that very poem he brought to this world: "Song of the Water Melody: When Will the Bright Moon Appear."
