As the mistress and her servant were talking, the sound of footsteps came from outside the door again.
This time, a young man dressed in black robes entered.
The young man had refined, handsome features, even more striking than the bow-carrying youth from before. He carried himself with an extraordinary air.
For some reason, however, a strange aura clung to him—a coldness tinged with an oppressive feeling that made one instinctively want to keep their distance.
"This one is so handsome!" Chrysanthemum couldn't help but exclaim in a hushed voice.
But just as the black-robed youth was about to step over the threshold, someone suddenly shouted from behind him, "Chu Fan, slow down! I still have something to say to you!"
The youth turned at the sound of the voice, but his foot caught on the threshold, and he pitched forward!
A sudden gust of wind blew from outside the hall, making the curtains sway lightly, as if to add a touch of chaos to the clumsy scene.
