“Second miss, master is receiving the sir from Censorate in the front yard. He asks you to go over to speak with him.” Zhao Yun, sir Mu’s retainer, came to pass on the message.
The facial features of the girl getting out of the car were unusually beautiful. It was as if she has fallen from the sky. She had a delicate face and her skin was exquisite, emanating a cold snow-white color. Her long hair was like ink. It was casually draped over her shoulders.
