Duke Residence, Shen Xiheng had been looking at himself in the room's mirror for a good hour now.
Ali, feeling sleepy from watching, advised, "Young Master, don't fret anymore; I can assure you, you look good in anything!"
Just as Shen Xiheng had taken off a deep blue robe, intending to try on another light cyan one, he laughed upon hearing this, "Of course, I have the appearance of a celestial being; how could I not look good?"
Ali was rendered speechless by his shamelessness.
Who would have thought that upon learning he was to enter the Imperial Palace tonight, he reacted as if facing a great enemy, changing clothes all afternoon.
"Young Master, have some tea first," Bai Zhi said as she brought in a cup of tea, offering it to Shen Xiheng with a gentle voice.
Shen Xiheng took it, had a sip, and then asked Ali, "Ali, who would you say is more handsome, me or Prince Qi?"
Ali felt a wave of tiredness; here we go again, this question he had been asked for over a decade.
