Before attending the family gathering at the ancestral land of the Ying Family, Huang Xiaolong freed the ghost king, Ying Kexin. After all, his motivation for participating in the Ying Family gathering was not entirely about Ying Aoshan. The fact that his maidservant was an ancient ancestor of the Ying Family was another reason.
Moonlight filtered in through the floor-length windows. The ethereal and enchanting Ying Kexin, free from any ghostly aura, stood before Huang Xiaolong.
Huang Xiaolong had informed Ying Kexin about his plans to participate in the Ying Family gathering.
Looking at Ying Aoshan, who was sound asleep with her black hair scattered on the pillow, her face filled with happiness, Ying Kexin laughed and said, "Lord, at last, you have taken my descendant as your concubine. I wonder, does she serve you well?"
"Well... she... she's okay," Huang Xiaolong was a bit embarrassed. He indeed had slept with one of Ying Kexin's descendants.
