Xie Xiaoyan stood respectfully before a beautiful, middle-aged woman. The woman's hair was styled in a high chignon, her skin was as white as snow, and her features were as pretty as a picture. She had a voluptuous figure, and as she sat there, she looked even more noble than the ladies of the aristocracy.
Her voice was crisp and cool, sounding more like a woman of twenty-four or twenty-five. "Xiaoyan, are you so sure he'll do as you expect?"
Xie Xiaoyan smiled faintly and said, "Master, I understand Ling Xiao very well. From how he acted today, it's clear he still has feelings for me. Besides, he's stubborn. The more I tell him not to go south, the more he'll insist on going. We just need to intercept him along the way, and... if I persuade him myself, I'm confident he'll see the benefits of joining us!"
