Shen Qing couldn't help but feel a wave of nostalgia upon hearing that voice.
That merciless way of speaking was Guo Qingfu's signature style.
Jiang Fan led Shen Qing to the edge of a clearing meant for guests to rest. He stopped and said, "Her Ladyship is with a guest. Please wait here for a moment."
And a difficult guest at that.
'If his lady hadn't been occupied, the Marquis himself wouldn't have had to go out and greet Young Master Yu.'
Shen Qing nodded, her eyes never leaving the figures in the distance.
A round stone table stood in the center of the clearing, surrounded by flowers and lush greenery. A woman in a carmine-colored outer coat sat with her back to Shen Qing. Across from her, a girl who looked to be only sixteen or seventeen, with a delicate and pitiable beauty, bit her lip slightly, seemingly at a loss as she looked at the woman opposite her.
