The goat-bearded elder led his soldiers to the courtyard gate. His gaze swept over the scene inside and outside the yard before finally landing on Liu Cui Ling. A gentle smile appeared on his face as he cupped his hands and asked, "Pardon me, madam, but is this the home of Lord Yang Jing?"
Liu Cui Ling's heart pounded in her chest, frightened by the display. She was normally a smooth talker, well-versed in all the village gossip.
But now, facing such an imposing elder, her tongue felt tied in a knot. She opened her mouth, but couldn't squeeze out a single word for the longest time. Her face flushed red as she gripped the hem of her clothes, her gaze darting away.
