48 The Pagoda of Sun and Moon 5 (1/2)
”Jiang… Yi Fan? Why is he here?”
Wei Chang Luo murmured, turning around to glance at the source of the ruckus. There, two youths stood in a secluded region of the plaza, the crowd making way for a considerable berth.
When he noticed that even more people near the fringes were pressing on to observe this so-called rumored beauty of the Sword Marquis, the Second Young Master of Wei quickly pulled An Fei and the maidservants to the side.
”…Something wrong?”
The girl gazed up towards him, a look of confusion clearly visible even with the presence of the veil. Wei Chang Luo shook his head before gesturing towards the maddened crowd, a helpless expression on his handsome countenance.
”Staying within a crowd can be rather dangerous at times,” he attempted to explain. ”If you got caught up in there and were to be injured, how am I supposed to react to that?”
”Oh…”
An Fei softly murmured, lowering her head in response to Wei Chang Luo's consolation. Obediently standing at the side of the plaza with the maidservants, the girl settled for twiddling with her thumbs, blowing on them in an attempt to ward from the cold weather.
Be it here or back in the streets of China, the crowds were bound to be miserable-
”Senior Brother!”
A sudden exclamation resounded throughout the plaza, instantly drawing forth the crowd's attention. The discussions that had surged within rapidly quelled, each person gazing at the handsome Young Master of the Sword Marquis dash towards a certain are of the figure.
His countenance darkening as black lines crossed his forehead, the Second Young Master of Wei palmed his face with both hands.
”Here it goes…”
”Senior Brother! I didn't think you were the one to come!”
The energetic voice could be heard again, prompting An Fei to raise her head to gaze at the excited speaker. However, she quickly lowered her gaze back again, lines of laziness and boredom clearly etched on her face.
Young Master Jiang was indeed handsome to the extent of causing uproars amongst others with a single glance. Dressed in a red scholar's robe adorned with embroidery of tigers, luans, and a large, domineering vermillion bird etched across the back, the youth exuded a natural dominant aura, his gaze sharp and lofty.
Thin lips and eyebrows, a pair of eyes capable of seeing the unseen and crossing the three bridges as well as the quirky smile on his countenance, the Youngest Master of the Sword Marquis' manor was truly the capable man as the crowds had acclaimed.
The girl besides him seemed no older than An Fei herself, and was covered in a pure white dress, her shoulder-length hair draped over her left shoulder in an adorable curl. Though her countenance was mostly obscured by a thick veil, the girl could be instantly labeled as a world-shaking beauty regardless of where she visited.
That willow-like waist, the appearance and texture of the skin akin to a priceless artefact carved of suet jade, who wouldn't desire to possess Standing by the handsome youth, the two painted a wonderful, picturesque demeanor that charmed the crowd, only…
…It was a pity that the youth who had imposed such a domineering aura and loftiness before the crowd, was currently fawning over a similar youth dressed in white and was attempting his best to hide his face as much as possible.
Wei Chang Luo deeply desired for a veil, one just like the one Wei Xuan had given to his Fourth Sister!
”Senior Brother, when did you return, ah?” Young Master Jiang continued to happily tirade on his own, not even waiting for a reply as he fired a barrage of questions.