Recalling a book of ancient tales read on the island, Fang Qingzhu's eyes flickered slightly.
...
"Miss Fang, Young Master Mu has come to visit. Do you think we should refuse him?"
A petite, sweet-looking girl about thirteen or fourteen years old walked over. She wore a lake-green dress, moving with a light and buoyant gait. Despite her age, there was a calm maturity in her demeanor, speaking with formality and poise.
"Oh, it's Xiaoyuan. Did your master say not to see outside guests?"
Fang Qingzhu knew that this little girl should not be underestimated. Rumors had it she was a disciple of the Primordial Sect, yet unlike other disciples, she did not toil tirelessly for future prospects or social status by honing peerless skills.
Her greatest hope seemed rather laughable; it was merely to become the most capable servant girl at Chen Ping's side, serving him well as her greatest dream.
As for martial arts and status, she didn't seem to care much.
