After all, a maidservant's attitude was largely a reflection of her master's. And besides, not just anyone could get an audience with the Lady of the Xiao Mansion.
As things stood now, it seemed even the Lady of the Xiao Mansion had to treat him with a degree of respect.
Before long, Xiao Mo arrived at the Xiao Mansion's East Courtyard.
Compared to the tiny courtyard where his mother lived, the East Courtyard was absurdly vast.
The path beneath Xiao Mo's feet was paved with sky-blue flagstones from the Jin Kingdom, worn to a soft, jade-like luster by countless footsteps over the years.
He walked along a covered gallery. The pillars were unadorned, crafted from what was clearly high-quality, aged wood that gleamed with a deep, steady luster.
The bronze fittings on the railings were shaped like simple bamboo stalks. A faint, dark-green patina had formed on their surface, yet they were smooth to the touch.
