Feng Yexuan truly did not pay any attention to the lively scene below.
He quietly sat in the chair, holding a cup in his hand, silently drinking his wine.
Occasionally, a breeze would come by, and each time it brushed a strand of hair from his temple, that ethereal manner would easily mesmerize the young ladies below.
Even though he was right in the midst of the hustle and bustle, in fact, all the liveliness was for his sake.
Yet Prince Yexuan didn't care at all, the surrounding women were like none could catch his eye.
Such cold indifference led everyone to wonder if he would stand up at any moment and take his leave.
But oddly enough, he just drank alone, in silence.
Showing no intention of leaving.
It was quite strange.
Who was he staying for in this place he clearly had no interest in?
"Xiaoqi, are you implying that Sister Huaiyu is as lowly as those singing and dancing girls?"