「Three days later.」 Wen Qingye and Xiaxia passed through several surrounding villages and towns, arriving directly inside Feiyun City.
Xiaxia pointed to a grand, ancient estate ahead. "Master, that's my home."
Wen Qingye gazed at the two magnificent, gilded gates, then at the golden plaque hanging above them. He nodded to himself. 'Looks like the Xia Mansion holds some sway in Feiyun City.'
KNOCK KNOCK!
Xiaxia marched right up to the door and began to knock forcefully.
After a moment, a steward walked out. He was pleasantly surprised to see Xiaxia. "Young Miss, you've returned! The Patriarch has been waiting for a long time. Please, come in."
Xiaxia pursed her lips. "Yes, I'm sure he has."
The steward, who seemed to know Xiaxia's temperament well, said nothing more. He simply gave Wen Qingye a puzzled glance. 'The Young Miss has never brought anyone home before,' he thought, 'and with her betrothal coming up, why would she bring back a young man?'
