"Madam Ye, your visit this time was rather rushed. You sent your calling card yesterday and came today."
Tang Yuehua's voice was as warm and polished as jade, carrying a hint of teasing.
This woman was truly gentle and composed, knowing exactly when to advance and retreat. Speaking with her felt like being touched by a spring breeze.
Meng Chen praised her inwardly.
Tang Yuehua's teasing left Ye Cixin somewhat embarrassed.
Normally, when nobles paid one another visits, they would send calling cards several days in advance so the host could prepare.
Ye Cixin had simply been too eager to "lure the rabbit away from the vine," which was why she had acted so rashly.
"I had no choice. There's a junior I'd like to send here to study."
After saying that, Ye Cixin pushed Xiao Wu before Tang Yuehua.
"Hello, Aunt Tang. I'm Xiao Wu—the Wu from dancing."
Xiao Wu bowed to Tang Yuehua.
Tang Yuehua's gaze fell upon Xiao Wu as she studied her, and she could not help frowning slightly.
With her sharp, professional eye, she could naturally tell that Xiao Wu was not of noble birth. She might even have grown up in the mountains. The wildness had yet to leave her—or, to put it another way, she was lively and active.
Moonlight Pavilion had always been the domain of nobles, and its places were limited.
After examining her, Tang Yuehua smiled at Ye Cixin. "She's good material. Full of spirit, with light in her eyes. Leave her to me."
Though she had seen at a glance that Xiao Wu was no noble, Tang Yuehua decided to keep her for Ye Cixin's sake.
Ye Cixin thanked her, then turned and beckoned Xiao Wu over. "Xiao Wu, come. Address her as Madam Yue."
Xiao Wu bowed to