Lin Congyu, filled with curiosity, stood on tiptoe and looked out.

A young man dressed in a bright red scholar's robe sat astride a tall white steed. Approaching twenty, his appearance was already at its peak, yet his face still exceeded all expectations. His skin was as white as porcelain, his features exquisitely perfect without a single flaw, and his features were incredibly three-dimensional. Add to that a cinnabar mole between his brows, and he was so beautiful that no one could utter a word of criticism. Especially striking were his eyes, which seemed to hold the stars and the sea, mysterious and alluring.

That bright red robe probably became merely an accessory to him, meticulously showcasing his overly perfect physique, captivating and mesmerizing, making those following behind him completely mere background figures.

Lin Congyu's heart was instantly struck by such a handsome appearance, and she felt an unprecedented excitement in her heart, as if the sound of his rapidly beating heart was ringing in her ears.

At this moment, everyone on Qingyun Street probably thought to themselves that there was a kind of person who was born dazzling and could not help but be fascinated by him, and this newly appointed top scholar was just such a person.

After the initial daze, purses, sachets, and flowers were thrown at Qingyin. Qingyin simply turned his body and tilted his head to dodge this overwhelming affection. However, the second and third place scholars who were closest to him were not so agile and were hit by the crowd, their teeth stuck in their mouths.

This made Qingyin, who easily dodged the gift attack and whose movements were elegant, look even more beautiful.

Then the enthusiasm of the people and girls intensified, with bouquets of flowers, purses, and even silver coins thrown at them.

When Qingyin glanced at the huge silver coin, his lips twitched involuntarily. He could dodge it, but he figured the people behind him were going to get big bumps on their heads.