But to Leng Xiyue, the intelligence Tang Yuehua possessed about the nobility was undoubtedly important-this was a breakthrough from nothing to something. Once she had basic information, she could prescribe the right medicine for each ailment, infiltrating certain nobles' circles or coercing them into working for her.
The person before her looked so young, yet her schemes ran so deep. She was probably only fifteen, still some way from adulthood, but everything she did was so astonishing and difficult to fathom.
Leng Xiyue seemed to think nothing of threatening her, nor did she worry in the slightest that she might turn around and inform the Heaven Dou Emperor. Instead, she examined the furnishings in her room with interest.
In truth, Leng Xiyue really did not care. After all, how could she not know what Tang Yuehua was like? With Tang Hao in her hands, it would be strange if Tang Yuehua dared step out of line.
She looked around the room. It had to be said that these private quarters were also Tang Yuehua's boudoir. Aside from the bedroom, there was a dedicated tea room containing a bed and a zither, as well as another, somewhat empty room that seemed intended for dancing or some other kind of posture training.
A faint fragrance lingered in the air, coming from the incense burner quietly burning on the writing desk. Its scent left one feeling refreshed and at ease.
"Speaking of which, madam, I didn't come here merely to threaten you. I've long heard that Moonlight Pavilion is the most refined place in the entire empire. Aside from teaching court etiquette, its people are all top talents in these elegant arts, and you, madam, are unquestionably the best among them. So, won't you invite me for a drink?"
At Leng Xiyue's words,