Chapter 124: You Are Better Looking

Xiao Youlan looked sideways at Nan Xueyin, not in a hurry to explain, and first ordered: "Feihong, you all go out first."

Feihong and the others finally breathed a sigh of relief, one after another put down the robes and mirrors in their hands, and retreated outside.

Once the room door was closed again, Xiao Youlan said in a low voice: "Duan Prince is getting engaged today, he will definitely attend dressed in his finest. If I don't dress up grandly, I might not compare to him."

Nan Xueyin:?

So, hiding in the room picking out clothes for half the day was just to compare with Xiao Mingyu?

Nan Xueyin deliberated for a moment and asked: "Do you want to use your good looks to attract Yan Zhirong, so that she suddenly breaks her promise during today's engagement and turns to throw herself into your arms?"

Xiao Youlan actually laughed upon hearing this, "No."

He walked close to her and touched her cheek, "I want to use my good looks to attract you, so that you completely forget about Xiao Mingyu and only like me from now on."

Nan Xueyin's heart gave a sudden leap.

She really was... encountering someone like Xiao Youlan for the first time.

In the past, when she was by Xiao Mingyu's side, she had seen those women who admired Xiao Mingyu compete with one another in beauty, wearing the most alluring clothes, applying the most charming makeup, and going days without eating or drinking to slim down to a slender waist, all to snatch Xiao Mingyu's attention and affection.

Why now...

Is Xiao Youlan actually competing with Xiao Mingyu?

"But after picking for a long time, I just feel it doesn't look good." Xiao Youlan sighed.

He came to ask Nan Xueyin, "Which one do you think looks good?"

Nan Xueyin reacted half a beat late, "... The one you are wearing right now looks quite good."

"Does it really look good?" Xiao Youlan lowered his head slightly and looked into her eyes, "If I stand together with Xiao Mingyu, will you look at me more, instead of looking at him?"

Actually, it was not as if no one had placed Xiao Youlan and Xiao Mingyu together for comparison in the past.

Starting with background, Xiao Mingyu naturally could not compare to how legitimate Xiao Youlan was.

And speaking of appearance, admittedly, some people would like a more dashing look like Xiao Mingyu's, but more still tended toward the Crown Prince.

After all, his handsomeness was very objective; such deep and exquisite brows and eyes were truly hard to forget once seen.

In the past, Nan Xueyin had never placed the two together for comparison, but now, because of Xiao Youlan's words, she had this thought for the first time.

Yet looking at this handsome face of Xiao Youlan's so close at hand, Nan Xueyin found it almost difficult to recall Xiao Mingyu's appearance; she always felt it was too bland.

What was there left to compare?

There was no longer any comparability.

She gave an "Mm."

"Mm?" Xiao Youlan tilted his head slightly, still gazing at her, "What does 'mm' mean? Is Xiao Mingyu better looking?"

Nan Xueyin's gaze fell onto his face, "Want to hear the truth?"

"I want to hear it."

Nan Xueyin then spoke the truth: "You are better looking."

Xiao Youlan laughed and wanted to lower his head to kiss her.

Nan Xueyin pressed against his chest and turned her head away, "I just applied lip rouge; if we kiss, I'll have to touch it up. It's a bother."

"Alright then."

Xiao Youlan bowed his head and lightly kissed her earlobe, "Put it on my tab. Make it up to me when you get back."

After saying this, he let her go.

With Nan Xueyin's affirmation, Xiao Youlan no longer continued to try on or change into any other clothes and settled on the set he was wearing.

He sat down before the vanity and bound his hair himself.

Nan Xueyin watched for a while; he was clumsy and hadn't finished after a long time.

"Better let Feihong..."

Xiao Youlan had just opened his mouth, intending to let Feihong come in to serve him, when Nan Xueyin took two steps forward, picked up the hair crown, and in a few quick movements, had it fastened for him.

Ever since she escaped the Eastern Palace and was caught back, this was the first time she had taken the initiative to help Xiao Youlan bind his hair.

She still remembered Xiao Youlan's preferences and also knew how his hair looked best and neatest when bound.

The movements were familiar and natural, but Nan Xueyin was thin-skinned, and after finishing, she felt ashamed.

"Done."

She withdrew her hands and, not waiting for Xiao Youlan to say anything, took a step back, "It's time to leave."

Although Nan Xueyin appeared in time to save the situation and dragged Xiao Youlan out the door, because he had spent far too much time putting on and changing clothes, the two were still late when they arrived at Jiaoyuan.

The engagement had already begun.

The attendants waiting outside the gate of Jiaoyuan were respectful and led Xiao Youlan and Nan Xueyin inside.

"No need to announce us later."

Xiao Youlan reminded the attendant.

All along, Xiao Youlan and Xiao Mingyu had not been on good terms, but after all, this was Xiao Mingyu's engagement day; with this marriage settled, there would be no possibility between Xiao Mingyu and his little Xue.

Therefore, he did not want to ruin today's ceremony.

The attendant responded, but couldn't help but take an extra look at Nan Xueyin behind Xiao Youlan.

He had been at the Duan Prince Mansion for quite a long time; he didn't know why, but he always felt... she looked very familiar, as if he had seen her somewhere before.

But the attendant dared not ask, much less look too much, and only focused on delivering the people to the place.

And Nan Xueyin, staring at the back of the attendant's head, was lost in thought; seeing they were about to arrive, she suddenly stopped her steps.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Youlan looked back.

"There is a matter that must be handled," Nan Xueyin said.

In the main hall, the ceremony was underway.

On one side, the Prince of Kang was joking with the person beside him: "Usually Mingyu is dignified and talented, but today for the engagement, he specifically tidied up and dressed up, making him an even more peerless handsome man. No wonder the Yan Family's Zhirong likes him so much; look, her eyes haven't really moved away from you."

On the other side, the Yan Family members were conversing: "I had heard in the past that the Prince was dashing and debonair; seeing him today, it is indeed true. He is truly a handsome man."

"Zhirong is truly blessed to have married such a handsome husband."

"In the future, Zhirong will be the Duan Prince Consort! This is truly incomparable nobility!"

At this moment, Xiao Youlan appeared at the doorway.

He did not wish to attract attention, so he did not make a sound.

However, there were still people in the hall who noticed him.

"Who is that? How can he be so good-looking?"

"I don't know. But I have truly never seen such a handsome man."

Many of the Yan Family had not seen the face of the Crown Prince, and they could not help but whisper among themselves.

Following these discussions, more and more people looked toward the door.

Yan Zhirong also looked toward the doorway, a look of extreme amazement flashing through her eyes.

She had seen the Crown Prince before and knew that the Crown Prince was good-looking, but today, because of his deliberate attire, the Crown Prince was handsome to such a degree that it could almost be said to make one feel he was unreal.

At this hour, the sun outside was just right; those bright golden rays of light fell down, as if plating Xiao Youlan's entire body with a golden edge, his thin lips and straight nose exceptionally handsome, as if a divine lord from the nine heavens had descended into the mortal world.

Truly...

A peerless countenance.

Even Xiao Mingyu, who was by her side, seemed unable to compare to even one ten-thousandth of him.

Xiao Mingyu noticed Yan Zhirong's expression, as well as the look in her eyes as she watched Xiao Youlan; he ground his teeth, stepped forward, blocked Yan Zhirong's line of sight, and his voice carried obvious displeasure.

"The Crown Prince has arrived late."