Honey Rice Cakes

Moving through Yilin Town's bustling market street was proving to be more of an ordeal than anticipated. If they had been a little less eye-catching, maybe they could have moved unnoticed through the crowd, but between their sheer numbers, the two strange-looking strollers, and the undeniable presence of four tall men flanking him, blending in was a lost cause.

He should have anticipated this.

Still, even as stares pressed upon him, Xu Feng's expression remained flawlessly composed. The carefully crafted mask of the young mistress of Nanshan—calm, poised, and utterly unaffected—settled over him like second nature.

He did not flinch, did not meet the curious eyes lingering on their group. His lips were slightly pursed, his posture effortlessly elegant, exuding an air that could only be described as untouchable and a bit unbothered.

Unknown to him, however, there was another who was working just as hard to maintain a regal image.