The words had barely left her mouth when Ye Shixian saw a figure striding toward her.
She quickened her movements and studied her reflection in the mirror. Her hand paused on its way to the Red Agate Hairpin. Instead, she picked up a nearby white jade hairpin and slid it into her hair at an angle.
She wore no powder or rouge, giving her a pitiable beauty.
Ye Shixian took a deep breath. "Quickly, show him in—"
Before she could finish, Murong Ye was already there.
He stood at the door, his expression chilling.
This wasn't what Ye Shixian had expected. She stood and asked softly, "Mr. Murong?"
The oppressive aura around Murong Ye was palpable.
Recalling what Shaoyao had said earlier, Ye Shixian's heart sank.
Murong Ye said coldly, "All of you, out."
Shaoyao instinctively glanced at Ye Shixian, who then said, "You may all go about your duties. No one is to enter without my permission."
"Yes."
Shaoyao and the servant quickly withdrew, remembering to close the door behind them.
