Chapter 7: 007: The Woman Who Fell From the Sky [7]

Rong Xiao considered herself composed enough, yet every time she looked at the woman before her, she couldn't help but marvel. Such an exquisitely crafted beauty—she wondered whose daughter she might be.

His Highness truly had a keen eye; he either didn't make a move, or when he did, it was enough to leave one in awe.

Rong Xiao led Feng Liyue through a long corridor and around a winding gallery. Every object, every doorway, and every design here felt novel and intriguing to Feng Liyue.

She suppressed the urge to explore and touch everything, struggling to keep pace with Rong Xiao.

Reaching the staircase, Feng Liyue looked down. The winding stairs, illuminated by the reflection of glass lamps, looked like a ladder to the heavens, only this one was more real, more colorful, and more beautiful.

As they walked along and reached the second floor, people passed by one after another to greet Rong Xiao.

"Sister Rong."

"Mm."

Feng Liyue heard people whispering behind her.

"Is this the person His Highness brought back? She’s so beautiful!"

"Yeah, yeah, I’ve never seen such a pretty girl before."

"His Highness really has a good eye."

"Of course, whatever His Highness fancies is naturally the best."

"Look at the ancient-style clothing she’s wearing. Is she an actress? Why haven't I seen her before?"

"Maybe she just debuted?"

…………

Feng Liyue listened for a while, but only had one thought: she had no idea what they were talking about.

The people here were all so strange.

Rong Xiao led Feng Liyue to the first-floor dining room and pulled out a chair for her. "Please sit, Miss. I have already instructed the chef to prepare a meal; it will be ready shortly."

Feng Liyue thanked her politely before sitting down.

Rong Xiao was very satisfied with her attitude. For a young girl to wake up in a strange place and remain calm, while also being humble and courteous, showed she had a very good upbringing.

Based on her appearance and these two traits alone, she was currently worthy of her Highness.

Rong Xiao went into the kitchen. Feng Liyue sat properly for a while before people began bringing out trays, quickly filling the entire table.

"Miss, please enjoy your meal."

Feng Liyue withdrew her shocked gaze, nodded, and picked up her chopsticks, muttering, "This is too much. Are they trying to stuff me to death?"

Han Mohen, who had just hurried back, caught this sentence with his sharp ears and couldn't help but pause.

"Sister Rong... uh, I heard everyone calling you that, you don't mind if I do the same, right?" Feng Liyue looked up and asked.

"Of course I don't mind. You are too polite, Miss." Rong Xiao was a servant; it was only right for her to address her as Miss, and even if she were called by her name, it would be acceptable. Being called "Sister Rong" made her feel a bit flattered, and she found the girl increasingly likable.

"You said I was brought back by your Highness, so who is your Highness? Why did he bring me back?"

Rong Xiao instinctively glanced at Han Mohen, who was walking over. Seeing he gave no indication, she answered truthfully, "His Highness is the master of Moyun Castle. As for why he brought you back, Miss, His Highness has his own reasons, which we are not in a position to speculate."

Feng Liyue frowned in thought. "What reasons could he have? I don't even know him."

"That, only His Highness himself knows."

Unfortunately, Rong Xiao was wrong this time; even Han Mohen himself didn't know the reason.

"Fine, then when will he be back?" Feng Liyue took a spoonful of soup.

"His Highness has already returned."

What?! Feng Liyue nearly choked on the soup she hadn't swallowed yet. She looked up at her in surprise—this couldn't be a joke!

Rong Xiao smiled at her, then looked up toward the direction Han Mohen was approaching from and called out respectfully, "Your Highness."