The steward of the National Master Mansion in charge of recruitment, Sun Jiang, glanced at the scholar sobbing in the corner.
Then he looked at the man in white standing proudly in front of him, who had driven the scholar to tears.
He swallowed with difficulty.
His intuition told him that this man before him was very likely the house servant that his lord wanted.
Yet he had a vague sense of foreboding that things were slipping out of control.
Liu Ji scrutinized Sun Jiang up and down, left and right; he didn't look like a candidate, but more like the mansion's steward, selecting people with care.
"What's your name?" Liu Ji put away his umbrella and placed it directly on the recruitment table, asking with his arms crossed.
"What?" Sun Jiang's mind buzzed for a moment; who in this mansion wasn't afraid of him, Steward Sun? Who outside wouldn't call him Mr. Sun upon sight?
