Ouyang Xueqing genuinely didn't know how Mo Yujian was doing these past seven years, nor could she ever imagine that the man had such a high position in the human mainland.
By the time Tang Beihe made himself scarce, the country magistrate arrived on his fastest horse, his robes disheveled and hair in a mess. Before the horse even stopped, he had jumped down precisely so that he landed in front of Mo Yujian. The middle aged man with a thin and short frame bowed ninety degrees. "This subject, Wei Qiansi, welcome State Perceptor Mo to the humble Biwu Town!"
Behind him, more and more high rank officials followed, in the end, they formed a straight line and bowed in a similar manner. "Welcome to Biwu Town, State Perceptor Mo!"
Ouyang Xueqing's temples twitched. This kind of excessive and grand treatment, not even her Imperial Father received it when he commanded an inspection. She kept her head buried in his shoulder, pretending that she was an unrelated passerby.
