The Spring Dreams Of A Gentleman Like Jade

A gentleman

"Shen gongzi, you are here."

"Shen gongzi! Are you free to discuss about poems today?"

"Shen gongzi! There is a new dish released in the FengHuang restaurant. Would you like to go and try it?"

"Shen gongzi..."

"Shen..."

Among the group of enthusiastic young lords of different noble houses stood an incomparably handsome and elegant man.

His peach blossom eyes were romantic and enchanting, a glance from him and a hook of his brow was enough to drive people crazy; his face was like it was carved from high-quality jade and perfectly sculpted by the hands of the god; his body was slender and tall, his shoulders broad, his waist narrow and delicately outlined by the thin robe and belt tied on his waist.

A jade pendant with the character 'Shen' hung at his waist, swaying with his every movement.

He was like the moon surrounded by the stars as he stood at the center of the group with a charming and beautiful smile constantly on his red juicy lips. He would patiently reply to everyone with a gentle and soothing voice which made people feel comfortable listening to him. With such an enchanting and ethereal beauty combined with his composed and elegant demeanor, it was hard for anyone to dislike him.

Shen ZiYu was the youngest son of the prime minister from the Shen family who had been serving under the Emperors of the Qin dynasty as the prime minister from generation to generation. Born from the main wife with excellent appearance, wits and great talent in literary and politics, his future was unlimited.

At a young age of 16, he became the top scholar in the imperial examination and personally got praised for his talents by the emperor himself. And now he followed his father to the court to learn from him and everyone was aware that he would be taking over the prime minister's position in the future.

Strong background, gorgeous appearance, good conducts and knowledgeable in many things; Shen ZiYu was the ideal husband for all the young maidens in the capital and was coveted by all the princes for his genius. You could already imagine how popular he was.

Shen ZiYu drank and recited poetry and debated about politics with the young lords, his eyes wet and slightly flushed at the ends but there was always a hint of smile in them which made one's heart race unconsciously with just a glance from him.

After a while, Shen ZiYu excused himself from the group and entered the carriage that had been waiting for him.

Shen ZiYu said to the coach, his voice slightly low and hoarse, making one's ears itch just from hearing: "Go back home."

The carriage started moving and Shen ZiYu leaned against the window to feel the cool breeze blowing on his slightly flushed face which unfortunately couldn't alleviate the heat radiating inside his body. His flushed, watery eyes held something wild hidden inside that gentlemanly facade.

Thinking about something, his lips couldn't help but curve deeper into a smile that looked a bit excited, making his face look even brighter and breathtaking.

A man who was sitting on the top floor of a restaurant near the window saw that scene and kept staring at the beautiful man until he could no longer see the carriage from his sight. The hand holding the delicate tea cup tightened as his handsome face turned pensive while still staring at the place where the carriage disappeared.

The carriage finally stopped before the main entrance of the Shen estate and Shen ZiYu got out of the carriage at the notice of the coach.

The guards near the gates happily greeted him after seeing him coming to which he replied with a polite smile.