Xie YanYu removed his gaze from the desk and turned to the young lady standing beside him.
When he saw her married hairstyle, his eyes dimmed slightly, "I wonder, what does the Commandery Princess think?"
"Nothing special," Pei Yuxuan said blandly, "If you came here just to say that, then please leave."
"I see." Xie YanYu nodded lightly, indicating he understood.
Yet he showed no intention of turning to leave.
Instead, he walked toward the desk.
As he approached, Pei Yuxuan's back stiffened inch by inch.
When they were a mere step apart, Xie YanYu stopped. This distance was enough for him to clearly see the identity of the man in the portrait.
He studied it seriously for a while, then opened several others. After looking through each one, he raised his eyes and said, "In what way am I inferior to them?"
Pei Yuxuan replied, "The Princely Heir has high status and power; I dare not aim too high."
