His Little Concubine indeed noticed his attire as he had hoped.
He felt a secret joy, strangely enough, he had heard numerous flatteries whether from court officials or from people like Zhang Qing and Hu Miaomiao, and he never took them to heart, finding them tiresome after a while.
But it was different with his Little Concubine; whether her praises were intentional or casual, they were always sincere and well-founded.
He felt delighted, because no matter how much others praised, none compared to a single word from his Little Concubine. The compliments from her lips always sounded nicer and more genuine.
His Little Concubine also loved to praise him, from the initial awkwardness to the increasingly effortless flattery that relaxed him completely, especially when she had favors to ask.
Lian Hua pondered, recalling bit by bit, "Tall and stately, elegant, elegant something, then like a graceful tree against the breeze, uh..."
