Hua Wushuang saw Wufu and Ah Jiu coming together, both dressed in plain clothes, yet their personal demeanor remained unobscured; they had genuinely noble and elegant bearing.
"Uncle," Ah Jiu greeted Hua Wushuang with a bow, and nudged Wufu's elbow.
Wufu pursed her lips, placed her hands at her waist, also bowed with a slight reluctance, saying: "Uncle."
Upon hearing this address, Hua Wushuang's smile blossomed, truly exquisite, unmatched in grace; no wonder people called Hua Wushuang the Young Master Wushuang, famed across the land for his beauty.
"Good, good." Hua Wushuang pointed to a chair beside him and said, "Sit down, let us uncle and nieces have a chat."
The two sat down.
"Did Uncle summon us here for something important?" After the servant served tea and retreated, Ah Jiu asked.
Hua Wushuang held the hot tea, saying, "What you mentioned earlier..."
"Uncle is willing to go to Beiyan with us?" Ah Jiu asked joyfully.
