Tang Yuehua

Under Bibi Dong's lead, the two arrived at an elegant residence.

Dongfang Yu considered himself quite familiar with the residences and side halls near the Papal Hall, but he had never seen this elegant residence, much less heard of it.

The residence looked grand, and its little courtyard was planted with all manner of flowers and greenery. Before he even stepped inside, a delicate floral fragrance reached him.

The owner of this residence must be someone cultured and easygoing. That was Dongfang Yu's first impression.

Bibi Dong led Dongfang Yu inside, then turned back and said, "This is my gift to you."

Dongfang Yu frowned slightly. "Who is it?"

Bibi Dong turned away from him, a hint of a smile curling her lips. "Come out. I've brought him."

"Creeak~"

The door opened, and a naturally beautiful woman stepped out.

She wore a long aqua-blue dress. Her features were refined, her bearing poised and graceful, and an indescribable gentleness radiated from her.

It was easy to see that she was a lady from a distinguished family. The gentleness and good breeding etched into her very bones could not be feigned.

Dongfang Yu's gaze was drawn to her as well. Judging by her appearance, she was a mature, intelligent woman.

He had never had much resistance to mature women.

But his temperament was no longer what it had once been, and he was not about to entertain any improper thoughts.

Besides, he had already more or less guessed who this mature woman was. She should be... the mistress of the Moonlight Pavilion—Tang Yuehua.

Tang Yuehua looked at Bibi Dong expressionlessly, her thin lips parting. "He is your disciple, Dongfang Yu?"

Bibi Dong nodded slightly and chuckled. "That's right. It's him."

Then Tang Yuehua looked at Dongfang Yu, and her gaze froze for