"Understood, Young Master Bei." Ye Anqi replied perfunctorily, walking out of the hall followed by a maid.
...
The Luo Family mansion was grand and immense, brimming with an ancient charm.
Ye Rumeng was sitting in a pavilion, her profile exquisitely beautiful—
"I heard Miss Ye was feeling unwell, so I came to see you," Sima Qing suddenly approached, smiling with concern.
Seeing her, Ye Rumeng's expression hardly changed, "I'm fine, thank you for your concern, Miss Sima."
"Why don't we call each other by our first names? You can call me Qing, and I'll call you Rumeng," Sima Qing proposed as she sat down opposite her.
Under the guidance of the maid, Ye Anqi approached the pavilion.
From behind a begonia tree, she saw two women talking inside the pavilion.
"You go ahead with your tasks; I can manage on my own," she told the maid beside her.
"Yes," the maid nodded and departed respectfully.
Ye Anqi didn't rush over but instead listened closely to what they were discussing.
