Until Feng Xun walked out of the hot spring, Hong Fang had a clear glimpse of Prince Beiqing's appearance.
Hong Fang was also a renowned handsome man in his youth in Daxia, but in front of Prince Beiqing, he couldn't help but be startled.
The prince was young, only about sixteen or seventeen, an age only suitable to call him a youth.
From afar, he seemed ethereal, with his black hair flowing.
Up close, with brows like delicate smoke, phoenix eyes gleaming, a handsome nose, and sculpted lips, his skin was clear and radiant. He seemed neither wholly female nor male, and even someone as poetic and suave as Hong Fang couldn't think of an appropriate adjective to describe the Prince Feng before him.
Hong Fang did not expect that Prince Feng would show such a protective demeanor, guarding that woman.
Seeing his intimate manner with the maid, she must be Prince Feng's favored concubine; he surely could not just pull someone out from Prince Feng's embrace.
