Miao Yu's gaze became collected, and soon after, it rippled anew.
She was no longer awkward, no longer hesitant, no longer compliant and agreeable.
She was no longer the little mouse being played with by a cat.
She smiled, a smile natural, enchanting, and captivating.
"Your Highness might be overthinking it. That is the name given by the tower master; perhaps it has no particular significance."
This answer neither left her stripped bare nor appeared forced. Furthermore, by invoking the master of the Brothel, she made her statement unverifiable, which was quite clever.
Since the beginning of the meeting, Huang Jinmo smiled for the first time.
She leaned back in her seat, still towering high above, but the pressure she exuded lessened: "The Brothel boasts seven of Heavenly Fragrance and eleven of Heart Fragrance. In which fragrance do you stand, Miao Yu? And what is your rank?"
Since she had already shown a certain attitude, Miao Yu was no longer posing as a fragile young girl.
