"A Venerable from the mansion?"
The two guards froze, exchanging a glance. Just as they were about to ask, Mo Ling'Er pulled back the curtain, revealing her beautiful face.
"It's... it's the Seventh Miss!"
The two guards looked stunned for a moment, then their expressions turned to joy. One hurried over to help Mo Ling'Er out of the carriage, while the other dashed into the courtyard to deliver the news.
"Seventh Miss?"
Zhao Rui's brows furrowed, and his eyes narrowed.
"It's fake, all fake! Don't blow our cover."
Hearing his muttered words, Mo Ling'Er couldn't help but explain via voice transmission.
Alarm bells screamed in Zhao Rui's mind. He suppressed the True Qi circulating through his body, ready to erupt and flee at a moment's notice.
"You! You've never trusted me! Hmph!"
Mo Ling'Er couldn't be bothered with him. She pouted, huffed twice, and sent the voice transmission.
