Mi Yue gave a light “hmm,” and the servant retreated. Ning Wanwan stood still, waiting for Mi Yue to speak first.
After a moment, Mi Yue stopped playing and raised her head, looking through the gauze at them. “I hear the guests wish to see me?” Her voice was like a nightingale’s, refined and distant from worldly pleasures.
“Indeed.”
The gauze was lifted, revealing a woman in a purple dress, exuding charm.
“What do the guests want from me?” Mi Yue approached Ning Wanwan, her phoenix eyes boldly examining her.
Ning Wanwan felt uneasy under Mi Yue’s gaze. She lifted her chin, attempting to appear more imposing, and said in a rough voice, “I want to inquire about someone from the proprietress.”
“Oh?” Mi Yue gently placed her hand on Ning Wanwan’s shoulder, circling her once before asking, “Who does the guest wish to inquire about?”
“Poison Saint Gui Wudu,” Ning Wanwan felt the fingers on her shoulder press slightly.
Mi Yue withdrew her hand, her expression becoming reserved, and said flatly, “Never heard of him.”
Ning Wanwan replied, “Then please help me find this person’s whereabouts. The reward is at the proprietress’s discretion.”
Mi Yue laughed lightly, “Doesn’t the guest realize she’s entered the wrong place? Our establishment only deals in pleasure trade.”
Ning Wanwan stared into Miyue’s eyes and countered, “If you only deal in pleasure trade, why agree to meet me?”
Miyue giggled, pointing at Ning Wanwan’s face, “You’re quite amusing. The person who spent a fortune wanting to see me is you.”
Ning Wanwan was momentarily speechless. She knew it was impossible to force Miyue to admit her identity directly; finding her again would be even more difficult. She was taking a gamble, but it seemed she had lost.
Realizing money couldn’t sway Miyue, it appeared Lumen Pavilion wasn’t serving a master for mere monetary gain. Could she be Si Zhan’s person?
Miyue seemed to lose interest, turning to walk away while coldly issuing a dismissal, “I’ve met you and we’ve spoken. If there’s nothing else, I’ll see you out.”
