Seeing Si Jiawen's indifferent gaze and her complete lack of intention to speak with them, the three men took the hint and quickly bowed again.
Then, they tiptoed aside and, with heads lowered, hurried away from the entrance of Qing No. 4 Courtyard, not daring to even breathe too loudly.
Yang Jing watched the three men's retreating figures, then glanced down at the three jade boxes in his arms. He turned to Si Jiawen, bowed, and said respectfully, "Senior Sister, please wait a moment. Allow me to lock the courtyard gate."
Si Jiawen gave a faint nod. Her gaze fell upon Yang Jing, and a flicker of interest crossed her eyes.
The Yang Jing before her wore the white robes of an Inner Sect Disciple, his posture tall and straight. He exuded an air of calm composure, lacking the restlessness and arrogance common among newly promoted Inner Sect Disciples.
