The atmosphere inside the farmhouse was suffocatingly tense.
The few guards who had come with Yu Jiuqing shrank into a corner, but there was no escaping the icy chill radiating from their Lord, who sat in the very center of the room.
'One look at the Lord's face right now could give you nightmares for a year!'
'BOO HOO... Our Lady, young master, when on earth are you coming back?'
'We really can't take this much longer!'
Just as they felt they were about to be frozen into human popsicles, a crisp, clear female voice—like music from the heavens—finally sounded from outside. "Husband, you're here! What a surprise. Why didn't you send someone to tell me you were coming?"
