Wu Wenxuan leaned against the doorframe, his gaze glued to the delicate curves beneath Ji Xiaosong's moon-white Ruqun.
"Well now, has a little beauty lost her way? To think that any riff-raff can just waltz into the main hall of the Vice Minister Mansion and take a seat..."
The words had barely left his mouth when the gray-clothed servant standing behind Ji Xiaosong flashed between them.
The man kept his head bowed in a show of deference, yet Wu Wenxuan's outstretched hand felt as if it had slammed into a wall of solid steel. His wrist went numb from the impact.
"How audacious."
Ji Xiaosong lightly tapped her teacup. The crisp sound of celadon against yellow pearwood made Wu Wenxuan's eyelid twitch.
Though she was looking up at him, the vermillion mole at the corner of her eye seemed as sharp as a blade pointed at his brow.
"When the second young master of the Wu Family sees his future matriarch, what are the proper courtesies?"
