As soon as Jiang Hao entered the rear courtyard, the little maid came over to receive him. Looking at Jiang Hao, she smiled and said, "Miss said your calligraphy is better than your poetry. I think so too. Miss is waiting for you in the back. Come with me."
"Thank you, Miss Caiyun." Jiang Hao cupped his hands.
"You know my name is Caiyun?" The little maid looked at Jiang Hao with interest.
"I heard it from someone, so naturally I remembered. Besides, Miss Caiyun is so young and beautiful," Jiang Hao said.
There was not the slightest hint of frivolity in his words. Others could only take it as a compliment, and the little maid was delighted to hear it.
The little maid looked fifteen or sixteen, with a slightly chubby baby face. Her features were pretty and adorable, but she was not very tall, only about five feet. Combined with her fair skin, she looked even younger than her actual age.
However, Jiang Hao knew that this little maid was probably at least three hundred, if not five hundred, years old. Otherwise, she could not possibly have reached the level of a high-ranking Ghost General.
The little maid walked ahead, leading Jiang Hao into the rear courtyard. After passing through two corridors, they were already far from Yuxian Tower's main building. The noise vanished, leaving the place elegant and tranquil.
The moment they arrived before a small pavilion, Jiang Hao heard the sound of a zither. He slowed his steps as Caiyun led him inside. Jiang Hao found himself in a reception room. A low table stood in the center, covered with tea utensils, tea jars, and tools for boiling water. Beside it was a small stove with burning charcoal, with a clay kettle heating atop it.
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