The man who emerged was dressed in red, with long, thick eyelashes covering his eyelids, obscuring the expression in his eyes. Yet, the hidden color in his eyes far surpassed any glass. His pale pink lips were slightly pursed in a smile, which was extremely obvious on his excessively white face, making him even more eye-catching.
A gentleman as beautiful as jade, unparalleled in the world.
At that time, Lin Zhixiao knew without anyone telling him that this excessively handsome young man was none other than Lin's son-in-law.
Seeing the smiling face of Lin's son-in-law, Lin Zhixiao knew that his words had reached his son-in-law's ears. He dared not look at the man's wicked appearance any longer, and lowered his head timidly as if his face was on fire.
The servants didn't have the same level of rationality as Steward Lin; they all stared intently at Qingyin, their eyes filled with amazement and admiration.
They finally understood why Miss Jia Min of the manor insisted on marrying Lord Lin, who was down on his luck at the time! Wow, even with Lord Lin's looks, people were scrambling to marry him! Miss Jia Min is truly blessed to marry such an unparalleled son-in-law!
The same thought tacitly crossed everyone's minds.
Qingyin had heard everything Lin Zhixiao said. Looking at the butler Lin, who had made a fool of himself and was now bowing his head, he smiled slightly, his attitude both gentle and distant.
"Then please have this butler lead the way."
"Uh... okay, okay." Lin Zhixiao didn't know why, but when faced with Lord Lin's appearance, he lost his usual composure and responded foolishly.
Along the way, he stopped fawning over Young Master Lin. Lin Zhixiao secretly sized up the young master standing in front of him. Actually, after walking a short distance, he had regained his senses. Normally, even though he had made a fool of himself, he would still have tried to curry favor with this young master afterward. But looking at the handsome man in front of him, Lin Zhixiao subconsciously didn't use his usual habits. He felt that he should maintain some decorum in front of this man who seemed like a celestial being.
Following Lin Zhixiao's directions, Qingyin walked through the corridor and along the path, taking in the layout of the Rong Mansion along the way.
Since the original owner's last visit to the Jia family mansion, although the mansion hadn't changed much, some differences were still faintly visible.
Although the magnificent mansion looked splendid on the outside, it actually exuded an aura of decay and decline. Recalling how the Jia family had squandered all of Lin's wealth after his death in the original world, and even used his money to appease his daughter, Qingyin's gaze softened as she looked ahead, and the smile on her lips deepened, though the smile was completely hidden in her eyes.
The passing maids and servants, upon catching sight of the young man in red led by Steward Lin, froze in place, exclaiming in surprise.
Qingyin was already used to these phenomena, and Ansheng, Chun'er and the others who were by the adults' side were even more accustomed to this scene. They calmly followed the adults towards the front yard.
In Steward Lin's eyes, this man and even his servants exuded composure and the air of a great general, far surpassing the Jia family in demeanor. They truly lived up to their reputation as servants of Lord Lin of the capital.
In the front courtyard, Grandmother Jia had already sent someone to inform the masters of the mansion, but unfortunately, only the eldest master's son, Jia Lian, was at home. The maidservant who had been notified gritted her teeth and called out to the eldest son, Jia Lian, and the head of the household, Wang Xifeng, first.
Before the other young masters and ladies had finished calling out, Qingyin had already arrived at the front yard. As soon as the incomparably handsome young man stepped into the front yard, the light in the whole house seemed to brighten up several notches.
Tall and elegant, with exquisitely handsome features, the young man in red robes had a face so pale it was almost translucent, like a snowflake falling from a snow-capped mountain, or like white jade meticulously polished across countless mountains and rivers—a beauty tinged with a chill, a cool indifference that seeped into his very bones. The bright red robes made his skin appear even paler, so pale it was almost bloodless, a pallor that tugged at the heartstrings. Yet, the coldness in his eyes, framed by long eyelashes, seemed to dissolve all of this. But when the young man in red robes lightly pursed his pink lips, that coldness seemed to vanish, like an iceberg melting in early spring, bringing warmth and blossoming flowers—a breathtakingly beautiful sight.
Looking at her son-in-law, whose appearance was still vaguely recognizable from before, Grandmother Jia was amazed. Her eyes were filled with melancholy, as if she had returned to the day Min'er got married, when the young and handsome groom rode his horse to pick up his bride with a joyful expression.
The young man in red before her was still excessively young, yet far more handsome than he had been back then. However, the look in his eyes was no longer youthful, but much more mature, and his face was excessively pale. Even without looking closely, Grandmother Jia understood that her son-in-law's health was no longer as good as it had been in his youth.
Yuanyang stood behind Grandmother Jia, speechless with amazement. In her eyes, even the most handsome eldest son of the mansion, Jia Lian, could not compare to the person before her. Her cheeks flushed, and she lowered her eyes in admiration.
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