The mistress of the White Jade...?
At that moment, Zhao Rong's words struck like thunder from a clear sky, casting a heavy silence over the atmosphere.
The reactions of those present varied.
However, Zhu Yourong and Yu Huaijin, among other women with keen minds, sensed something amiss with the couple who had just been happily flaunting their affection not far away.
They simultaneously glanced over quietly…
The little fox demon, who had been tying a sachet for her lover, seemed to have been struck by an immobilization spell, frozen in place.
"Ah... Ah...?"
Su Xiaoxiao, with a dazed look, gradually raised her head, her small mouth slightly ajar, stuttering a few syllables.
The silly, happy smile that lingered on her face a second ago had yet to fade, her pink lips still curved in a smile that seemed to freeze there, as her fox-like eyes gazed straight at the young Confucian scholar before her.
Zhao Rong met Xiaoxiao's gaze without averting his eyes.
