The young man walked steadily with an unhurried pace, his demeanor clear and elegant, his smile gentle. He approached slowly, his grace reminiscent of a celestial being descended upon the mortal world, crafted with the meticulous detail of an artist's exquisite brushwork.
Facing the infatuated gazes of several noble ladies, as well as their bold inquiries, the young man merely smiled slightly without uttering a word, and proceeded into the northern hall.
Someone in the southern hall couldn't help but ask loudly, "Young sir, may I know your honorable surname? Why have we never seen you before?"
Everyone looked at the bold young lady who asked; she was the only daughter of the valiant general, named Yu Xiaoyue. With four elder brothers and being the beloved daughter born to an aging father, she was extremely cherished. Only a lady raised in such pampered circumstances would dare to call out such a thing in public.
