Yexuan stood behind her and, just like her, his gaze was locked onto Feng Dingchu, unable to be withdrawn for a long time.
Even as a man, he had to admit that the charm of the Ninth Prince was a rare sight in a thousand years.
He couldn't compare.
He didn't possess that kind of melancholic aura that immediately evoked pity from women upon sight.
Strangely, why was he comparing himself to the Ninth Prince?
In fact, having lived for over twenty years, this was the first time Prince Yexuan felt that a man could also win the world not by force, but solely by charm.
His brain must be failing, for the men he never favored before now inexplicably seemed rather important in his heart.
"You've been staring at him," he thought his voice was calm enough.
Yet he instantly regretted it as soon as he spoke, because anyone who wasn't deaf could detect a hint of sourness.
"Appetite comes with eating, so why waste the chance to look at such a handsome man?"