It was a sweet, delicate voice, light and with a hint of nasality, like a young girl's—the kind that sounded incredibly fragile.
It was a tone often adopted by women trying to get something out of you. Aspiring mistresses, in particular, all spoke that way—a type the Lord had privately labeled as "sweet-talking schemers."
But coming from Buji, the words meant something else entirely. If anyone dared to make a snide remark, the Lord, in his role as her newfound father, would personally hang them from the pillars outside High Cliff Castle for a good flogging.
"Not long after you left, Buji woke up," Tina said, her smile as lovely as a wildflower in spring. She seemed quite pleased by the Lord's shocked expression. "I noticed she was always babbling like a baby trying to talk, so I started teaching her the common tongue. I never thought she'd learn so quickly."
"So smart!" the Lord praised with genuine admiration.
