Madam Hua called over a prostitute, leading Gu Chengyu and the others to the elegant room in the backyard, while she went in the opposite direction.
Passing through the Hanging Flower Gate, she walked inside toward an independent small courtyard.
The small courtyard wasn't large, but it was quite exquisite. Now it was early spring, and the winter jasmine in the courtyard was in full bloom.
Madam Hua came to the main house, and without knocking, she directly pushed the door open and entered.
By the dressing mirror near the window, sat a graceful young girl.
She was combing her hair in front of the mirror and did not turn around when she heard the door open. At this hour, there was no one else but Madam Hua who would casually come into her room.
Madam Hua stood behind the girl, glanced at her attire, a finely embroidered double butterfly silk top, matched with a crimson pleated gauze skirt, setting off her skin as white as snow, utterly stunning.
