In the Duke Huan Mansion, a pavilion stood surrounded by artificial mountains.
Beside it, a babbling brook flowed past, lending the Liu Jiao Pavilion an even more tranquil ambiance amid its ancient elegance.
Bai Zhi'er was led by a maid to the pavilion, where Song Qingying and Song Qingrui, the two sisters, were sitting.
Beside them stood a woman who looked like a housekeeper.
Bai Zhi'er guessed that the woman was the Shopkeeper of Jinxiu Pavilion.
Song Qingying, two years older than Song Qingrui, seemed gentler in temperament.
When she spoke, her voice was soft and gentle.
"Miss Jing is here, please have a seat." Song Qingying immediately stood up, smiling amiably and inviting her.
Bai Zhi'er glanced at the seat she vacated.
The young girl smiled brightly, her eyes lively and expressive.
"I'll sit across from you instead."
