Xiaoling's heart jumped as the door opened, and she quickly summoned her divine parasol. The man who barged inside her room had a disfigured face, lousy attire, and restless body language. He immediately knelt at the doorway, clasping his hands and bowing toward Xiaoling.
"Young Lady, this servant is Fu," He introduced himself, "My Lord has requested Young Lady to be escorted to the Capital's Xiangli Palace. There, Young Lady shall await His Lordship's arrival."
Xiaoling gulped the lump in her throat. She didn't think Weisheng would find her so quickly. She clenched her parasol tightly.
"If I don't go with you… What will you do?" She asked hesitantly.
