Fu Rong had worked at the Mountain Opening House for several years, rising from a green-clad maid to a blue-clad one. Now, even Steward Qian showed deference in his every gesture around her.
She stood quietly outside the door without stepping in, yet quite a few miners poked their heads out from all around to steal glances at her.
She was at the height of her youth, eighteen or nineteen years old. Her blue robes accentuated her graceful figure, her waist slender enough to be held in one hand.
Her brows were like a painting, her lips touched with vermilion. Anyone could see that she had carefully dressed herself up today.
Inside, a young man scooped up some water and washed his face before slowly walking out.
Fu Rong looked you over from head to toe. Though she had seen you a few times over the past two years, her heart still stirred slightly.
The young man was bare-chested, his torso solid and lean. Though dust stained his face, his eyes were clear and bright.
You smiled and greeted her. "Miss Fu Rong."
Warmth crept into the blue-clad maid's cheeks, and she could only say softly, "The Mountain Opening House has a cloth shop in Xia City. You should go have a set of clothes made sometime." After a pause, she added, "First Day, Sister Gao wishes to see you."
You put on an outer robe and followed her outside.
Steward Qian had long since tactfully stepped aside, but when he heard the words "Sister Gao," his heart still jolted. The Sister Gao Fu Rong spoke of was the purple-clad maid of the Mountain Opening House, a woman of exalted status who could nearly stand on equal footing with the chief steward.
Miss Gao—she was personally summoning First Day?
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