She pinched her fingers and calculated the time, thinking that perhaps the servant back then hadn't misled her.
Narrowing her eyes slightly, Yan Xiyu pondered in silence for a moment.
"He's coming, good. The old woman isn't my blood relative, not my real mother. If she dares to use me, don't blame me for not showing him respect."
Yan Xiyu let out a sarcastic chuckle, then reined in her prickly demeanor, adopting a gentle and soft appearance.
"Butler Yan, you have old ties with my father, if I ascend to power in the future, you will certainly benefit. Listen, once Qin Xuan enters Dongcui City, arrange for people to do this..."
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The Yan family's butler is a woman in her forties. As she left Yan Xiyu's place, she saw Maid Li Luo kneeling in the courtyard, drenched all over, with a terribly pale face.
She frowned slightly and then hurried away.
Upon reaching another place, Butler Yan called someone over.
"Any news about that gentleman?"
