Li Xing'an snorted coldly, "Third Sister, are you siding with outsiders? How could you speak for them?"
"Enough, let's get back to work." Li Yuzhu continued walking towards the Princely Heir's new room.
But just then, the sound of a bell rang at the door.
Li Xing'an slapped his thigh and sneered, "This kid again, running back from Mu Yuanxiu's place? Let me go take a look."
Li Xing'an strode toward the front yard and opened the door, "Aren't you the one who... huh? Why is it you...?"
A tall, slender young man stood at the door.
About seventeen or eighteen years old, with a thin, pale face and lips tinged with a faint blue-purple.
Wearing a semi-new, semi-old pale white long gown, he looked even more like a jade person.
"So, it's you?" Pei Shenyan recognized Li Xing'an as well, and examining the plaque over the gate inscribed "Li Mansion," he exclaimed, "Is this your home?"
Pei Shenyan had met Li Xing'an and his siblings once while renting out a shop at the market.
