As Meng Zhao and Gong Huai discussed matters, Lu Family Manor also received two visitors—rare female visitors, at that.
One was a woman in colorful robes tied with a red sash, slender of figure and veiled, seemingly capable of toppling all living beings. A casual glance from her left the servants of Lu Family Manor dazed and distracted. Aside from her natural beauty, she had clearly cultivated a superior seduction art, a kind of spiritual martial art that could magnify her own charm and stir the desires buried in people's hearts.
The other was an elderly granny, leaning on a silver cane topped with a deer's head. She appeared aged, yet her vigor, energy, and spirit far surpassed those of ordinary young people. Her footwork was nimble, and her aura powerful.
When Lu Hou'er received word of the two women's visit, he did not think much of it. But when he saw the handwritten note delivered by a servant, his expression immediately changed. His lips trembled, panic filled his eyes, and fine beads of sweat sprang visibly from his temples.
The Tan Family had come?
In the past, if people from the Tan Family had come, Lu Hou'er would never have worn such an expression or behaved this way. They had counted as his own people. He would have grandly ordered his men to throw open the main gates and personally welcomed them. Not only would he have observed every courtesy, he would have made sure others knew that he had ties to the Tan Family.
It would have been a chance to put on a show.
But times had changed. He was no longer the Lu Hou'er he had once been, and his relationship with the Tan Family could never return to what it had been.
For one thing,