Manbao had already reassembled the sword, then handed it over to Wei Yu, carefully tidying up his cuffs. She stepped back a few paces, looking at Wei Yu standing by the window, bathed in spring sunlight, his face seemingly glowing, and nodded with satisfaction.
Given her understanding of Changyu, if she could see such a Wei Yu, she would also have a favorable impression of him.
At this moment, not much was going through Wei Yu's mind; he practically moved with each of Zhou Man's instructions. Bai Shan, however, shook his head slightly, thinking Princess Changyu was fond of superficial things.
Surely, the studious Wei Yu wasn't any less charming?
Manbao ran over to Bai Shan's side. Seeing him unfold a paper, she glanced at the paints he had chosen and then turned to scrutinize Wei Yu before selecting pigments for him and grinding them.
