Chapter 83 - 52 A Special Visit
Gems piled like jade, pines lined like emerald. Young man unmatched in radiance, in this world there is no second.
Ran Yan didn’t know where she had read this phrase, but at the moment when she glanced at him, it surged from the depths of her memory.
Dressed in a dark purple silk robe with broad sleeves, his chest and neckline adorned with light-colored floral patterns, both arms and the tips of his sleeves embroidered with colorful floral designs, he wore a white jade belt. This lavish attire fitted him perfectly, accentuating his broad shoulders and narrow waist.
Under the flickering and soft light, his face appeared exceptionally three-dimensional, his eyebrows slightly raised, his deep eyes, like the night, seemed to sparkle with bright cold stars, his fine nose above lips that were slightly moist and curved upwards in a polite nod to Ran Yan.
The word "radiant" may not quite suit him, it is only the phrase "unparalleled" that he truly lives up to.
Ran Yan’s gaze fell on his purple attire. It was well-known that during the Tang Dynasty, there were strict regulations on the colors of men’s clothing. Only princelings and officials of the Third Rank and above were permitted to wear purple. Anyone else who dared wear purple could be accused of presumption and punished for the crime.
They had said they wanted to enter the city before curfew, but knowledgeable people understood that such restrictions were only for ordinary citizens. Someone like him would simply need to reveal his identity and naturally, he would not be kept out of the city. Did he not wish to expose his identity, or was it something else? Ran Yan became discreetly cautious.
"My surname is Xiao," he said, his voice still enchanting.
Ran Yan bowed slightly, "I have seen you before, Young Master Xiao." Yet in her mind, she thought, there were no influential families or high-ranking officials with the surname Xiao in Suzhou, nor were there any Third Rank officials.
They stood in silence, while Xing Niang and Shu Niang on the other side were at odds with each other. It was unexpected that Shu Niang’s explosive temper hadn’t flared up. Ran Yan curiously looked over and saw Xing Niang’s eyes slightly reddened, her gaze filled with quiet resentment as she stared at Shu Niang, her handkerchief twisted tightly in her hand, clearly trying hard to endure.
Shu Niang, angry yet not explicitly showing it, suffocated by her irritation, turned her mouth away in a huff, deciding that what you don’t see doesn’t bother the heart.