"Miss."
A middle-aged man’s deep voice and the sound of knocking echoed nearly simultaneously.
Standing straight in front of the door, his voice was deep yet powerful, with plain and honest features. Clad in simple clothes, his brow and eyes carried slight wrinkles, displaying the vicissitudes of a middle-aged man.
The dark blue garnts bore few decorations, apart from the classic Dongyue layered embroidery, only the cuffs and chest had gold thread embroidery, appearing mysterious and noble.
The person in front, although rely a butler, exuded an inexplicable sense of profundity, especially with his transcendent aura and a strong sense of security in his appearance, which seed to subtly suggest that his background was not as simple as a re butler.
With an expression calm and indifferent, maintaining a faint, elusive smile, he gently knocked on the door before stepping back a few paces, displaying a sense of propriety, his deanor showing no impatience.
Yet, despite this middle-aged man’s gentle deanor, the act of knocking inadvertently caused his long sleeves to slip slightly, revealing the dark tattoos with hints of deep red on his arm.
For a mont, the elegant deanor of the middle-aged butler seed incongruous with the tattoos winding around his arm.
The tattoos winding around the arm were only a small portion. Through the neckline and beneath the clothes of the middle-aged butler, the various colors revealed that they likely covered his whole body, appearing terrifying and fierce, but his behavior was entirely different.
If any local Dongyue cultivators saw these familiar patterns, they would certainly exclaim those three words on the spot.
"East Sea Clan."
Yes, the middle-aged butler in front of her was one of the East Sea Clan people.
Standing at the door awaiting, soon the perfud chamber, with characteristics of徽派建筑, was gently opened.
A woman gracefully ca from the inner room.
The cloud-like hair accompanied by lotus-like steps gently swayed, creating a subtle flowing light in the morning, the red dot between her brows against her skin like fresh snow, her eyes beneath the Yuan Shan brows seed to contain Qiu Shui, a natural charm and special allure emanated from her every glance.
Under the moon-white brocade lining, the thin gauze cloak fluttered with the wind, faintly revealing a slender, delicate figure. With slow, lotus-like steps, the clinking ornants sound like a clear spring striking stones, yet they did not disturb her dignified deanor.
Her eyes shimring softly, a re glance could stir one’s soul. An astute person would realize that this girl likely practiced so unique cultivation technique; even looking at her evokes a unique possessiveness and...
Violent desire.
Yes, a very bizarre illusion.
Logically, such a delicate woman should only evoke pity and sympathy, or if she were an aloof fairy, she would elicit a mysterious aura that was beyond reach, or in another style, like a fox spirit, she would arouse a possessive desire, stirring a man’s inner fire.
Yet she embodied all those traits.
Charming, frail, aloof yet full of allure, the combination of completely conflicting qualities blended together seamlessly, creating an impression that although she was an elegant, aloof fairy, she was also just a short-lived fox spirit.
Her bed skills unparalleled, her every move laden with allure, not like Lu Luo’s deliberate display of seduction but with an innate quality; she had no conscious intent to entice, yet her every expression pierced the softest part of a man’s heart.
This srizing beauty, however, inspired a strange violent desire, not just a thought to desecrate her but also a drive to unleash all inner desires upon her delicate form, shattering her image as an aloof fairy!
Truly bizarre.
"Uncle De, may I ask why you seek , is it Father who wishes to send to the clan or to make a trip to the Imperial City?"
She smiled.
Her tone was fittingly distant, although the two were in a mistress and butler relationship, there was a sense of estrangent in her words, making one feel that although they were family, they were not familiar with each other.
However, it was not difficult to determine from her words that the "father" she ntioned frequently had her return to the clan and often directed her to the Imperial City, though she appeared serene and agreeable, the man referred to as Uncle De knew that she was very resistant to her "father’s" commands.
Even though the young lady before him never resisted, behaving obediently and even proactively, anyone would be unwilling... to marry a dead person.
A living dead.
Feeling sowhat lancholic, although Uncle De did not particularly like the young lady in front of him, identity and bloodline superseded all else, unless overseen by the master’s command, he had to follow the young lady’s instructions, thus smiling warmly.
"Miss, today this old servant did not co for that reason."
"Oh?"
Her eyes regained clarity.
Originally thinking it was another trip to the Imperial City to et the prince, she hadn’t expected to hear another answer today, expressing interest for the first ti hearing news other than her father’s arrangents for her from the mouth of the appointed butler. Ever since her father withdrew everyone around her leaving only Uncle De to manage her life, she had truly lost her freedom.
"Please speak."
She gestured with a gesture of invitation, but did not proactively invite the butler to sit in the courtyard pavilion, opting instead to stand and converse on the spot because in her eyes this was rely going through the motions, and she ultimately had to obey her father’s orders regardless.
The butler didn’t mind too much, their relationship had always been like this, arranging the young lady’s schedule while another family mber managed her daily needs, although unimportant, what mattered was she had to fulfill her mission.
As for anything else...
"Miss, recently the sealing of the old capital has loosened, arousing restlessness."
"The seven-hundred-mile-old domain conceals countless secret treasures, enchanting many. Now that the Candle Dragon is imminent, nurous families have sent their disciples out to train, since the Candle Dragon originated from the East Sea, they have all co to Dongyue to investigate."
"The other eight clans have each sent young descendants, among them many talented youths, with the seven-hundred-mile-old capital long abandoned, the seal loosening now, naturally, many hope fervently and the disciples of the clans are equally eager."
"Such an opportunity should not be missed, why doesn’t Miss take this chance to explore the old capital?"
"It would be a chance to et talented youths from each clan, possibly gain so fortune if fate allows, also hope Miss will showcase our clan’s elegance."
"What do you think?"
His tone was sincere, seemingly thoughtful for her at every turn.
The young lady wore a smile, nodding, heart filled with self-mockery. Unexpectedly, her "father" not only wanted to use her as a sacrifice but also to squeeze out her last bit of value.
Showcase elegance?
If she could showcase elegance how could she fall into such a situation and how could she bear letting herself be sent to the Imperial City, yet no matter what thoughts she had in her heart, she wouldn’t display them, rely nodding dutifully.
"Hmm, please convey this to Father."
"Qingluan obeys."
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