Prince Wu paced excitedly, his heart aflutter.
He had made up his mind—today, he must meet the ethereal beauty who had captured his thoughts. Turning around, he hastily adjusted the opulent robes draping his figure.
Since arriving in Yanjing City, Prince Wu had been staying at his elder sister's residence, the Yan Manor. Princess Donglin, aware of his struggles, had done everything in her power to compensate him.
The prince's attire was a cloud-patterned brocade robe, the latest fashion among Yanjing's elite. Its sleeves flowed like drifting clouds, embroidered with intricate laurel motifs from the Sandalwood Palace. A white jade crown adorned his head, while his chestnut-black curls, styled in the fashion of Donglin, were braided into a long plait, its end embellished with a lustrous pearl from Southern Chu.
After smoothing his appearance, Prince Wu turned to his guard, Fifth Zhang, and asked, "How do I look? Majestic, no?"
