The two of them appeared in front of everyone dressed as young ladies. Naturally, no one knew that Xia Wenxian was already a wife. The people in the boat chatted casually, but a man sitting across Xiaxia kept his head down and said nothing. Xiaxia looked at him curiously. He was dressed in black, and his hair was tied up casually. He sat still, and his whole body emanated a terrifying chill.
When she was guessing who this person was, a straight-clad man got up with a fan in his hand and began to chant poems to Cao Ji and her husband.
"A beauty is sitting in front of the boat in the center. She looks back with a faint smile. She is unparalleled."
Xia Guo looked away from the man in black and couldn't help but smile. He really admired his courage for showing off his level in writing poems
