Su Ya had always kept her word.
After delivering the young publicly funded student to the mansion's main hall and handing him over to Head Maid Su Man, she slung a bamboo basket over her back, put on her Deerskin Gloves, and dashed outside, shouting that she was off to catch Flower Sprites that had crossed the boundary.
Although the head maid of Qingqiu Mansion said nothing, even Zheng Qing could see the helplessness in her eyes.
"Please forgive her," Su Man said as she served Zheng Qing tea.
"No, no," the young wizard said, hurriedly waving his hands. "She's still a child. It's good for her to be lively."
This exchange made the atmosphere in the room much more harmonious.
Before he had even finished his cup of tea, the mistress of Qingqiu Mansion came downstairs and entered the main hall.
"How was your winter break?" Su Shijun asked casually, holding a large hardcover book in both hands and looking down as she flipped through its pages.
Zheng Qing instinctively looked the witch opposite him over.
She wore a muted camel-colored sweater—pale Morandi Color camel—on top, a French-style black-and-white polka-dot midi skirt below, and a pair of khaki kitten-heel witch shoes on her feet.
The skirt sat high at the waist, fastened with a long, slender belt. Its ruffled hem was stitched with sprout-like trim, layered and interwoven in exquisite detail. Together with those narrow, pointed-toe witch shoes, it made her figure appear even more tall and slender.
Zheng Qing didn't know what a nine-head-tall figure meant, but that did not stop him from recognizing the perfection of the witch before him.
He stared blankly for quite a while. Only when Su Shijun curiously raised her head did the young wizard realize his rudeness, and his face immediately grew