Xuan Lin looked at the portrait.
The young girl looked pretty and shining. There was a touch of herotic air between her eyebrows, totally different from the King in front of him. The King was handsome too, but he was like Lord Ling, who only had the look, not the air and the temperantment. Princess Xunyang, however, looked very clever.
It was a different kind of beauty from that of Lady Chaoyan.
Lady Chaoyan was a very cold-looking beauty, and she had a strong air of herself. Princess Xunyang, on the other hand, was not only clever-looking, but also herotic.
It seemed that he had thought too much back at the hotel. He had thought that Princess Xunyang was granted to him so easily because she was not good looking or intelligent enough, but it seemed that he had gotten a piece of treasure for himself.
He had not thought about giving her any title, but it seemed that he was going to make her at least a concubine.