Master?
The people looked at each other in confusion.
"Where is that old man, where did he go?"
Chu Baihan suddenly looked up, her tone anxious as she asked Yan Lian.
It was the first time Yan Lian saw her lose her composure like this, and he quickly answered, "After the elderly gentleman sold us the cloth, he left immediately. Princess Consort, could that man be your master? I will send for someone to find him right away."
"This elderly gentleman you mentioned, about how old?" Chu Baihan's emotions gradually stabilized as she asked in a cool voice.
"Probably, over seventy years old."
Yan Lian gestured as he spoke.
"He is not my master," Chu Baihan quickly shook her head.
Hmm?
"My master, he is only ten years older than me," Chu Baihan murmured softly.
As she mentioned him, her tone was filled with longing.
So young.
Yan Lian and the others were astounded again.
With the Princess Consort being so formidable, her master must be close to godlike.
