Yu Ci followed the servant, stepping into the residence specially arranged by Three Families Market for Zhai Que'er. Pavilions and terraces lined the way, and the dazzling array of sights need not even be mentioned; once he truly entered the pavilion where the female cultivator stayed and caught sight of the person herself, even Yu Ci could not help but feel his eyes light up.
Zhai Que'er sat sideways behind a writing desk, her hair tied up casually and draped in everyday indoor attire—nothing more than a bodice and a outer jacket, matched with a long skirt. She clearly liked the color purple; not only were her lips stained with it, but the bodice visible through the open front of her jacket was also a pale violet shade. It set off her skin like grease and jade, while the crepe-gauze outer jacket bore some strange and ancient bird-and-beast patterns, making her look quite lively.
It was Yu Ci's first time seeing Zhai Que'er dressed in women's clothing, and for a moment he was quite dazzled.
A scroll was unfurled across the desk. Zhai Que'er propped her rosy cheek on one hand while using the other to point at something upon it, looking entirely improper whichever way one viewed her. Furthermore, with her brows lowered, she appeared lazy and leisurely, making it impossible to tell whether she was applying herself or dozing off, leaving the maidservants with no way to step forward and announce him.
Fortunately, Zhai Que'er's senses were quite keen, and she quickly raised her head. Upon spotting Yu Ci at the doorway, a light sprang into her eyes. "Aha, you really are a man of your word."
Zhai Que'er's "you-this-you-that" style of address exuded the familiarity of an old acquaintance. She rose from behind the desk with a