Chapter 65 The young lady brought a strange man home?!

Shen Yuepo ignored him.

I went into the bathroom to wash up, which dispelled the last trace of sleepiness.

When Feng Jin came out of the bathroom, he had already put down his phone.

He remained lounging on the single sofa, his posture languid, but his eyes were clear, as if not sleeping all night had no effect on him.

His gaze fell on Shen Yuepo. "Where are you going today?" he asked, his voice low and steady, revealing no emotion.

"I'm helping someone assess the feng shui layout of a house," Shen Yuepo said succinctly, before entering the dressing room to change into her outerwear.

When they came out, Feng Jin stood up and walked up to Chen Yuepo: "I'll go with you."

Shen Yuepo paused, looked up at him with a hint of confusion: "Weren't you always inside the bracelet?"

She thought his question about where he had gone was just a formality, since he had always been traveling with her inside the white jade bracelet.

Feng Jin stared directly into her dark golden eyes and clearly corrected her, "When I said 'go together,' I didn't mean inside the bracelet."

He glanced at the white jade bracelet on Shen Yuepo's wrist: "I want to see it with my own eyes and experience it firsthand in this mortal world."

He paused, his tone carrying a hint of a ruler's consideration, "Let's see what's worthwhile, perhaps it can be introduced into the Netherworld."

Looking at his serious expression, Shen Yuepo understood what he meant.

She had no objection and nodded, "Okay."

The two walked towards the door, one after the other.

Shen Yuepo's hand had just touched the doorknob when she suddenly stopped.

As if remembering something, she turned around and looked Feng Jin up and down with a subtle gaze.

Feng Jin raised an eyebrow slightly as she looked at him.

Shen Yuepo's gaze finally landed on his magnificent and intricate imperial robe embroidered with dark gold patterns, then swept over his long, ink-black hair and his handsome face that seemed otherworldly.

She paused for two seconds before slowly asking, "You're just planning to go out like this?"

Feng Jin followed her gaze, looked down at himself, then looked up again. "Is there something wrong?"

Shen Yuepo: "..."

“There’s nothing wrong with it,” Shen Yuepo said expressionlessly, shifting her gaze and opening the door.

"It's easy to get surrounded by people, have your picture taken and posted online, and then be mistaken for someone who ran away from the set of some period drama or a performance art enthusiast."

After she finished speaking, she stopped looking at him and walked straight out.

Feng Jin stood there, his brows slightly furrowed.

He watched Shen Yuepo's retreating figure as he walked out of the room, let out a cold snort, and the space around him distorted slightly.

The next moment, his magnificent imperial robes and the jade crown on his head vanished without a trace.

Instead, he wore a well-tailored black suit made of a material that looked understatedly luxurious.

His jet-black hair had also been shortened, which made his face look even more stern and his temperament more noble, like a young leader who had stepped off the cover of a top financial magazine.

He glanced at his reflection in the full-length mirror in the room; it was pleasing to the eye and barely befitting his distinguished status.

Only then did he take long strides and follow Shen Yuepo out.

The hallway outside the door was brightly lit.

Shen Yuepo was standing a few steps away, seemingly waiting for him.

As Feng Jin's figure emerged completely from the door and stepped into the light of the corridor, Chen Yuepo subconsciously looked up.

She was stunned at first glance.

Having shed his elaborate ancient robes and donned a well-fitting modern suit, Feng Jin seemed to have stepped from an ancient mythological painting into reality in an instant.

The perfectly tailored black suit accentuated his tall and slender figure with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. The pure black shirt underneath had one button undone at the collar, exuding a casual and ascetic feel.

His short, dark hair was neatly styled, fully revealing his already flawless and handsome face.

His tightly pursed thin lips carried an innate aloofness and arrogance.

Shen Yuepo had seen many handsome men and beautiful women. Whether it was Xiao Yizhou's aloofness and arrogance or Jiang Yubai's gentle and refined manner, they all paled in comparison to the face before her.

This brief moment of stunned silence lasted less than a few seconds.

Shen Yuepo quickly regained her senses, her usually calm gaze returning to its usual coolness, as if that moment of distraction had never happened.

Her gaze swept over his expensive suit, which looked like it was tailor-made for him.

Thinking about the hassle of having to change clothes every time she goes out, the corner of her mouth twitched slightly, with a hint of barely perceptible envy.

She let out a soft sigh, her tone flat, "Being an emperor is really convenient."

Feng Jin took in the momentary stunned look on Chen Yuepo's face.

Although he was not familiar with worldly aesthetics, he was quite pleased with the fleeting appreciation in her eyes and her recognition of his magic.

In the corridor, Old Wang happened to see Shen Yuepo walking out side by side with a handsome stranger who suddenly appeared behind her. He was so shocked that he almost dropped the tray he was carrying.

Shen Yuepo didn't even glance at him, simply uttering, "Never mind."

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The young lady brought a strange man home?!