Furthermore, his dressing routine was meticulous—before wearing anything, the garments had to be steamed with scented herbs and pressed again, even though they were already flawlessly wrinkle-free when selected.
For someone who valued immaculate elegance, he never skipped these steps.
Yet now, he was completely forgoing the entire process?
Hesitantly, Xia Xia asked, “Young Master, should I leave all four sets? Would you like to choose…”
"Leave them all. You are dismissed." Wang Cang Hai cut her off.
Though still confused, Xia Xia obeyed, swallowing her curiosity and leading the attendants out.
Wang Cang Hai clearly remembered—Qilin was half a head shorter than him and much slimmer.
Rising from the water, Wang Cang Hai tied back his wet hair with a blue silk ribbon, then took a cloth to dry his hands before carefully inspecting the four sets of clothing.
- The frost-white soft gauze robe was too loose, Qilin wouldn’t be comfortable in it.
- The sky-blue robe had a hem that was too long, it wouldn’t fit Qilin’s stature.
- The silver-red robe embroidered with intricate patterns was too extravagant—Qilin wouldn’t like it.
- Only the deep navy-blue robe was simple and fitted, making it the most suitable choice.
"Lord Xiao Wang, can I wear the navy-blue one?" Qilin had also been watching Wang Cang Hai selecting clothes and couldn’t resist asking.
Wang Cang Hai nodded. "Yes. But don’t come out yet."
With that, he stepped out of the bath and took a cloth to dry himself off.
Qilin immediately turned away, afraid to accidentally catch another glimpse.
If Qilin hadn’t turned away, he would have seen the crescent-shaped deep red scar on Wang Cang Hai’s leg—the injury he had sustained while disguised as "Wan Bao", taking Qilin’s place to attack the Ren Mian Niao.
Originally, Wang Cang Hai’s wounds had been severe, making it impossible for him to walk for at least three months. However, the Jade Effigy, retrieved from the false Bronze Gate, had worked wonders—it had healed every last wound on Qilin’s body in just half a night.
Wang Cang Hai had personally removed the Jade Effigy from Qilin’s bare skin, inspecting every inch carefully. Seeing that Qilin had no remaining injuries, he had even summoned the most skilled physician in the region to conduct a full examination. The doctor had confirmed that not only had Qilin’s external wounds healed, but even the internal damage from battle had mostly recovered.
As for why Qilin remained unconscious?
It was merely a self-protective deep sleep, brought on by extreme exhaustion. Once he was fully rested, he would wake naturally.
Intrigued by the unique material of the Jade Effigy, Wang Cang Hai noted that it was different from ordinary celestial meteorite jade. Its sheen and weight bore a striking resemblance to the Treasure Basin—it was undoubtedly a divine artifact. While it seemed to be a miraculous healing relic, he couldn't be sure whether it had other hidden effects.
Without hesitation, Wang Cang Hai had tested it on himself, strapping the Jade Effigy around his injured leg.
Three hours later, the results had astounded him—his fractured bone had completely healed.
But there was one difference.
When the Jade Effigy healed Qilin, it left no scars at all.
When it healed Wang Cang Hai, it left behind deep crimson markings.
Silently, Wang Cang Hai thought, Qilin’s blood is half-divine. Of course, this artifact works better for him than for me.
After a full day and night of exhausting ordeals, Wang Cang Hai was utterly drained. But he didn’t want to sleep—instead, he sat by Qilin’s bedside and watched over him for some time.
By the time the sun was high in the sky, Qilin was still sound asleep, with no sign of waking.
Not wanting Qilin to see him looking disheveled, Wang Cang Hai had ordered his attendants to prepare a hot spring bath.
He had only been soaking for a short while when—unexpectedly—Qilin suddenly barged in.
With his back turned to Wang Cang Hai, Qilin found himself thinking, Lord Xiao Wang is truly breathtaking.
It turns out that the word “beauty” isn’t just for describing stunning women—it applies just as well to an exquisitely handsome man.
But he and King Mu are two completely different types of beauty.
King Mu is sharp and dazzling, carrying an aura of danger.
Lord Xiao Wang is refined and elegant, exuding an air of quiet grace.
If the two of them stood side by side, who would be more beautiful?
Or perhaps… they would be equally matched, each radiating their own brilliance?
But then again, no matter how outrageously handsome they might be, compared to Zhang Qiling—me, myself—
Cough, cough.
They’re still just a little bit inferior.
After all, I am the most handsome man in the world.
No, the most beautiful being—man or woman.
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