Qin Yuan privately hoped that the Marquis Gu wouldn't be too ostentatious.
Gu Jinghui immediately sat up straight, looked over with a foolish grin that wouldn't quit, and asked, "Does Yuan'er truly feel I am magnificent in presence?"
"Naturally," Qin Yuan said earnestly, "Few can match the handsomeness of my husband."
Gu Jinghui laughed for a while, then pretended to be calm, gazing at her reflection in the distance, and said lightly, "Then I'll go with the flow and refrain from wearing flowers today, so as not to upset the guests."
But the upward tilt of his tone and the gleam in his eyes completely betrayed his overflowing joy.
Qin Yuan chuckled softly and added a remark.
"Besides, today's guests aren't just civil servants; some are your colleagues and subordinates. Didn't you avoid shaving even your beard to intimidate the soldiers back then?"
