The steward's words made everyone lower their heads.
Only Mo Hua did not lower his head.
In other words, only Mo Hua "raised his head," making him stand out in the crowd.
The steward spotted him at once and, pondering for a moment, recalled that Mo Hua was someone he had recruited to fill numbers.
So much time had passed, yet he hadn't died, indicating he was obedient and kept to himself.
Moreover...
The steward recalled that all this time, Mo Hua had not been hit or scolded, nor had he been punished, clearly a clever and compliant person.
"Come over here," the steward said to Mo Hua.
Mo Hua stepped forward.
The steward examined Mo Hua closely, found Mo Hua a bit thin, but upon a detailed look at his face, found it quite striking, not pale but very handsome, with a kind of simple and profound beauty.
The steward thought, those nobles have different tastes and temperaments, but good looks are always more pleasing to the eye and less likely to provoke anger.
