Qin Yuan said angrily, "I am not setting up a stall to tell fortunes under the bridge."
A few people ceased their merriment as they stepped into the hall, seeing Gu Jinghui and Gu Jingjun, the two brothers, seated as host and guest, with the atmosphere not particularly warm.
Gu Jingjun was dressed in a cyan Daoist robe, holding a folding fan in hand, with scholarly elegance. His fair face and almond-shaped eyes glanced over, smiling before speaking, exuding subtle warmth.
No wonder the servants in the mansion whispered that Sixth Master Gu was quite popular with the ladies, always having some throwing themselves at him. If it weren't for Old Madam Gu's strict supervision, Sixth Master might have taken several concubines by now.
On the other hand, Gu Jinghui, clad in a dark robe, tall and handsome, yet cold and stern, making people hesitate to draw near.
Qin Yuan secretly pondered, these two brothers were indeed worlds apart, and their relationship seemed distant.
