This residence was more than ten times larger than the courtyard the Xuanyuan Family had given the young master. It was so much more spacious to live in.
One day, when the young master started a family and had descendants here, he, as the steward, would have played his part as well.
At that thought, the steward grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.
Just then.
Xuanyuan Que picked up a cup of spiritual wine before him, rose to his feet, and gazed at the newly risen moon in the night sky. With high spirits, he muttered to himself, "In this vast world, who else but me?"
Moonlight fell across his face, illuminating his smug, triumphant expression.
What he did not know was that the moment he spoke those words, a pair of eyes by Cloud Dream Lake was coldly watching in his direction.
There was no moonlight there—only killing intent.
Inside Heavenly Fragrance Tower.
The autumn wind swept several fallen leaves through the window, where they landed on the table before Bao Xiaoqin.
Xue Bing sat by the window, staring blankly outside. They had been sitting here for a full hour, drinking themselves full of wine, yet there was still no news of Wang Xian.
She was waiting.
Waiting for news.
Xiao Ruoyu had gone to inquire about Wind and Rain Tower, yet it was as though a stone had sunk into the sea—there had been no response at all.
Xue Bing knew this was highly unusual. Given Xiao Ruoyu's connections and methods in Sunset City, he should not have failed to uncover any information whatsoever.
Unless someone was deliberately covering something up.
Or unless someone was waiting for him to come looking.
"Miss."
At some point, a man in black had appeared before her. He bowed, his