Beside her chair sat Little Black like a silent black shadow.
The effect on the pavilion was immediate and really terrible.
The four guards Bai Lingling had brought with her looked much stiffer than usual. It was not because they feared the City Overseer's residence.
No. They had already decided that if their young miss wanted this residence overturned, they would overturn it together with the gates.
The problem was Little Black. Every time the black beast shifted even slightly, their backs tightened.
They were trying very hard to look natural, but the effort only made them resemble men who had accidentally sat beside a tiger and now did not dare breathe too loudly in case it interpreted the sound as a challenge.
The residence servants were even worse.
One maid came in to serve tea and only took one proper look at Little Black before her hand shook so badly that the tea nearly poured onto her own sleeve. She immediately corrected herself, but her face had already gone pale.
