The next morning, Cui Du arrived early at the training ground.
Unexpectedly, there were two people who arrived even earlier. One wore a pale blue silk robe with a refined and noble air, while the other donned a dark martial arts uniform, exuding an imposing handsomeness.
Cui Du instinctively glanced down at himself.
Usually, busy at the field manor, he never dressed in silk or satin, being accustomed instead to practical, durable, breathable gray fabric clothes. Even after returning to the Prince Mansion, he continued wearing fabric. At most, he would change into a clean, new set. He had never thought there was anything wrong with this until now, facing these two youths whose appearances and demeanors were outstanding in their own ways. It dawned on him; was he dressed too simply and casually?
Zheng Chen glanced at the silly Cui Du, a soft sneer curling at his lips: "How could someone like him stand by Cousin Shao Hua's side?"
