"Young master, I am here."
"Young master, come chase me!"
"Young master, over here, over here..."
Melodious voices surrounded the garden lush with flowers, where the charming and delicate maids flitted about like colorful butterflies, running here and there, passing by Mu Qingge without noticing her presence.
Mu Qingge watched them, and the young man whose eyes were covered with a silk ribbon, dressed in luxurious silk robes, adorned with a golden crown and jade ornaments, exuding resplendent wealth.
"Where are you? I can't find you!"
The playful voices caught the attention of passing house servants and slaves, but their expressions were unperturbed and they merely smiled joyously.
The young man's tone was devoid of any frivolity, filled only with innocent joy.
Evidently, there was no unspeakable relationship between him and these maids; they were more like playmates.
