Passing through the corridor, they reached the hall. The decor was simple, with only a few chairs, tables, and some calligraphy paintings. Long Junhao pulled her to sit in the central upper seat.
”Master, everyone is here,” Long Feng reported after a while.
I roughly counted, about thirty people.
”This is Miss Lan. From now on, whatever she says represents what I say. No one is to disobey, understood?” Hearing him say this, she was deeply moved.
”Understood!”
”Feng, Yun, Lei, Dian, and Lin Bo, stay. The rest can leave!”
”From now on, take good care of Miss Lan. Anyone who commits an offense, whether inside or outside, will be severely punished! Do not fail, or you’ll lose your heads!”
”Yes.” No further words, but a promise was made. In the days that followed, they indeed protected her well.
Lin Bo looked honest and sturdy, with a tall frame, resembling a farmer at first glance.
He was from the previous generation of the Dark Hall, at the intermediate fifth level of the Tianlong Battle Technique. During the changing of the guard in the Dark Hall, Long Junhao transferred him to his side and made him the steward of the royal mansion. With his clear-headed and fair approach, he indeed managed the mansion well and won people’s hearts. [Text: Chapter Seventeen – Crown Prince]
In the sunset’s afterglow, inside the octagonal pavilion, a beautiful woman in white leaned against the railing, her lovely face filled with sorrow. No one knew what she was thinking, not even herself. Situated in a dreamlike garden, she wondered why a hint of melancholy floated in her heart, so unlike herself.
That feeling of helplessness was intense, and a deep, plaintive song with a gentle melody escaped her lips.
