Xiao Xian stepped out of the courtyard with light and nimble grace, feeling a sudden rush of cold wind that brought him back to his senses. With hands clasped behind his back, he walked a few steps on the stone steps. The chilly wind howled from all directions, and the servant behind him advanced a couple of steps, flattering him:
"Young Master is truly sincere towards Miss Qingxiao. Everything is at the behest of Li Yuanping… Everyone sees it clearly, and I'm sure Miss Qingxiao is quite moved."
Xiao Xian nodded noncommittally, inhaling the scent of incense wafting through Lijing Town. Known for his gentle character, he took no offense at his servants' glib talk, even when the phrase "at the behest" was used.
Seeing Xiao Xian not responding verbally, the servant had no choice but to follow in silence. However, the words struck a chord in Xiao Xian's heart. He continued to pace slowly and rub the jade ring on his finger without saying anything.
