Yu Mingyue pointed a small finger at Xie Jia'an's eyes. His nose bridge was also high and straight, and his skin was exceptionally fair. Seen up close like this, he did indeed bear some resemblance to the Seventh Prince.
"Perhaps!" Xie Jia'an replied casually.
"But, I think Brother Jia'an is better looking than the Seventh Prince."
After comparing them, Yu Mingyue made her decision seriously, her expression devoid of any coquettishness, as if she were appraising the quality of a work.
"Ahem,"
Xie Jia'an had not expected Yu Mingyue to stare at him for so long only to offer such a direct evaluation of his appearance.
"Really!" Yu Mingyue’s expression was sincere. To give Xie Jia'an more confidence, she offered evidence: "Brother Jia'an's eyes are more aloof, his eyelashes are longer, and his eyebrows are beautifully shaped..."
In the past, she thought her brother and the Seventh Prince were equally handsome. Now, they no longer needed to compete for first place; the future Grand Chancellor won effortlessly.
"Cough, cough." Xie Jia'an coughed even more intensely.
Liaokong appeared from somewhere, holding a cup of hot tea. "Young Master, moisten your throat!"
This Sixth Miss of the Yu family was too direct. Although their young master was indeed handsome, being praised so incessantly made one quite embarrassed.
He could barely listen anymore. Fortunately, the young master had good self-control.
Why was she still staring at their young master?
Seeing that Xie Jia'an was startled by her again, Yu Mingyue recalled Chidan saying last time that she looked like a lecherous man every time she saw Xie Jia'an. She quickly tried to salvage the situation.
"My mother said that beautiful people are the masterpieces of Nüwa Niangniang, so when others praise them, one must accept it sincerely and be grateful for Nüwa Niangniang's divine grace."
"Is there such a saying?" A hint of a smile couldn't help but appear in Xie Jia'an's eyes.
"Of course. My mother would never lie to me."
Yu Mingyue's expression made Xie Jia'an unable to suppress his amusement, and the smile on his lips deepened.
Liaokong, who had retreated into the shadows, marveled. Their young master had always been reserved, but this Yu Liu Niangzi was quite remarkable to make him so happy.
"The Duchess of Dingguo would naturally not lie to you."
"That's for sure. That's why I make sure to look in the mirror every morning with gratitude, praying that I can be even more beautiful tomorrow. It's the same with studying. Before every class, I first pay respects to the books I'm about to read. Indeed, I remember things faster. The teacher even praised me for being intelligent."
Yu Mingyue wasn't lying. Ever since she dreamed of the content in the storybooks and received a warning from heaven, she felt grateful for all things.
Of course, she wouldn't be a pushover. I won't offend others if they don't offend me; if they offend me, I will surely strike back.
Yu Mingyue entered her chatty mode. Relationships between people are built over time. Now that her relationship with Xie Jia'an had become familiar, it would be easier to ask him for favors in the future. Having more friends meant more paths.
"Tomorrow, when Brother Jia'an gets his exam papers, he must also pay his respects first. The God of Literature will see your sincerity and surely grant you a flood of inspiration, allowing you to achieve instant fame."
As she was leaving, Yu Mingyue reminded him again. Only when Xie Jia'an promised to pay his respects to the God of Exams first was Yu Mingyue satisfied and left.
In the storybooks, Xie Jia'an had not yet participated in the exams at this point. This time, it was so much earlier. He absolutely had to win first place.
These methods, combined with his talent, would surely work.
They must work!
After Yu Mingyue left, the smile on Xie Jia'an's lips gradually faded. Liaokong counted that their young master had curled his lips four times and smiled three times today, which was more than all the previous times combined.
"Yu Liu Niangzi has left?" Xie Yuanlang's voice sounded behind him.
Xie Jia'an turned around. "Yes, Father."
"Miss Yu is intelligent yet innocent, and speaks very well."
"The Duke of Dingguo's manor has excellent upbringing."
"If that is the case, it is not a problem to interact more in the future. Young Master Yu will be on duty at the Northern Barracks in a few days, as a Lieutenant of the Sixth Rank."