Mingshu bent her waist, holding her skirt, ready to jump down herself when a hand reached out in front of her. She looked up, met the respectful and ingratiating gaze of the staff officer.
"Be careful, my lord."
Mingshu's brow furrowed slightly, not having reacted yet, another hand came from diagonally and, without a word, supported her arm. She felt her body suddenly lighten, and the next second, she landed steadily on the ground.
A faint voice fell from above: "My lord does not take kindly to being touched by strangers; please forgive us."
The staff officer looked up at Si Chu's dark, deep pupils. He was somewhat displeased at being snubbed but for some reason, felt a chill down his spine. With an awkward expression, he withdrew his hand, looking for a way to save face: "No, no, it's my own presumption."
Si Chu, with a calm expression, simply "hmm"ed, effectively shutting down the conversation.
Staff Officer: "..."
