Watching the little girl, delicate as carved jade and powdered silk, step inside, Su Lu had no way to stop her. He could only hope that their sole savior—the well-traveled, experienced chief steward Su Fu—would come deal with this.
There was no need for Su Lu to deliberately give orders. Sharp-eyed servants and maids nearby had already hurried off to notify the chief steward.
As the saying went, a seventh-grade official stood before a prime minister's gate. The servants of the Su Residence had some worldly sense. Though Ci Prefecture City was now hanging by a thread, it was precisely in such chaotic times of war that idle people were least likely to come to someone's home and stir up trouble for no reason.
Third Young Master Su currently held power, and power over life and death at that. Anyone who came causing trouble could casually be branded a bandit, spy, or rumor-monger, then dragged to the city gates and beheaded as a warning.
Anyone daring to make trouble at their door at a time like this either had a genuine grievance or courage that reached the heavens.
Considering Third Young Master Su's reputation and the present situation, everyone below understood without speaking.
This girl had probably learned that Ci Prefecture City might not survive the day, so she had hurried over to seek a place for herself.
She certainly had a lovely figure and face, but at that age... their Third Young Master could actually bring himself to lay hands on her?
Truly, he was no son of man.
Because of these feelings, the Su Family servants looked upon Little Fox with some pity. If she was a little sharp-tongued, they simply treated it as a country child lacking experience.
After all, they had never seen Miss Mo's iron