In the stillness of Pei Mansion, after a day full of hustle and bustle, the servant girls returned to their rooms or posts, with only a few walking sparse paths, vanishing in the blink of an eye.
In the thick of night, a silhouette emerged under the starry sky, striding swiftly.
As the figure approached, she gradually saw it clearly.
The arrival was a tall, handsome man in luxurious garments, a face she had never seen in Pei Mansion, exuding a cold and distinguished aura, detached and aloof.
This was a man that could only be described as enchantingly beautiful, wherever he went, the stars shone brighter; if he were to smile slightly, countless women would flock to him like moths to a flame.
Qu Fulan was momentarily dazed, realizing only as he approached that this must be someone significant.
She lowered her head, placing her hands by her side, preparing to curtsy.
"Young Master! The Young Master has returned! Your servant greets the Young Master!"
