Guan Xin was not someone who liked to fuss over her appearance. All year round, she basically wore plain garments, with no powder or rouge, no makeup at all. Yet this not only failed to lessen others' impression of her, it instead made her seem clean and fresh.
Even ordinary mortals, when getting along with her, would not feel any pressure.
The "seeking truth from facts" principle she had always practiced gave others the feeling that she could take on any role.
As she sat in the Cowherd Courtyard where the successive Literary Ancestors of Wenxin Heaven had lived, she gave off the air of a Literary Ancestor revered by scholars under heaven.
An unbroken current of transparent wisdom flowed out from her every movement.
"So, what is Young Master Fan planning to do?"
Fan Wubing said,
