"So that's how it is." Mu Chuan nodded in greeting and called out to Eunuch Li.
Don't underestimate the eunuchs from Jinluan Hall; they enter and exit the imperial presence daily, being the closest to the Emperor. It's not about courting their favor, but at least one should not openly disrespect them.
Mu Chuan might seem naive and sweet-natured on ordinary days, but in reality, he possesses the sharp social awareness of an aristocratic young master.
Li Sande was smiling so much that his eyes had vanished.
Gu Jiao and Yuan Xiao, along with one other, did not go out of their way to curry favor with Li Sande—who did not deign to pay attention to just anyone. He was polite to Master Wu because the man was part of the cuju team, and he gave face to Mu Chuan because he was the legitimate heir of the Mu Family.
The status of the remaining three were somewhat—
Li Sande's gaze swept over them and paused briefly on Gu Jiao, whose left cheek bore a birthmark.
Such a face was indeed rare.
