Su Nanzhi had not woken up fully, nor was she very keen on listening to someone preach, but fortunately, the other party did not talk for long.
Su Nanzhi waited for the belated arrival of Zhang Yue.
Having traveled nearly ten hours only to discover that the person had already arrived in Beijing on her own, Zhang Yue harbored quite a bit of resentment.
But his facade was still decent.
"Miss Nanzhi, in the future, you must never run around without saying a word; the Su Family does not allow such undisciplined behavior," Zhang Yue said.
A girl raised in a small mountain village suddenly finding herself in such a bustling city, would she feel inferior? Would she feel out of place?
Upon seeing Su Nanzhi for the first time, a hint of scrutiny flashed through Zhang Yue's eyes.
Her appearance, short hair.
The young mistresses of the Su Family always paid extreme attention to their appearance; even if it was short hair, it was supposed to be a sweet, tidy bob, not this boyish cut.
Her attire also did not match the style of the Su Family's mistresses.
Zhang Yue wondered what value there was in bringing such a mistress back home.
Aside from her base facial features being good, which could perhaps be used for a marriage alliance in the future.
It was said that this third young mistress suffered from a serious heart condition and wouldn't live long.
Zhang Yue noticed her pale complexion, which clearly indicated that the heart condition was no fabrication.
Having heard such nonsense, Su Nanzhi glanced up at the middle-aged man before her.
Based on estimates, this man should be between forty and fifty years old, and he had been with the Su Family for no less than ten years.
"Butler Zhang," the girl's voice was somewhat cool, but her image added a touch of frailty, "aren't we supposed to go to the old mansion? Let's go now."
Zhang Yue failed to notice that in her phrasing, she did not regard the so-called Su Mansion as her own home.
Su Mansion was a well-aged property, large, and due to several renovations, it appeared grand and beautiful with a strong familial ambiance.
Of course, not everyone was privileged to live inside the Su Mansion; the collateral branches who wished to close in were all coveting certain positions or statuses.
One could imagine how fierce the competition must be within such a grand family.
Zhang Yue could almost picture what kind of situation this frail third young mistress would face upon returning to the Su Mansion.
Thinking about this, his mood suddenly improved.
In the back seat, Su Nanzhi was hanging her head, still resting with her eyes closed.
Due to her poor health, she required a lot of sleep every day to maintain her energy.
Especially during the day, as she sometimes took on tasks at night, meaning she could even sleep standing during the day.
The car had stopped twice at traffic lights, and slowly, the speed reduced and the surroundings dimmed momentarily.
Su Nanzhi did not open her eyes.
It wasn't until Zhang Yue's voice rang out, "Miss Nanzhi, we have arrived," that she opened her eyes, still somewhat foggy from sleep.
Zhang Yue got out of the car only to remember that he hadn't seen Su Nanzhi's luggage when he went to pick her up.
"Miss Nanzhi, where is your luggage?"
Su Nanzhi: "I don't have any."
She did not plan to settle here.
The feng shui of the Su Family was not good, especially this mansion; even before entering, she was annoyed by the aura of the place.
Inside, there were many people.
Zhang Yue paused momentarily, but he didn't mind, since the Su Family was not short on money; replacing the belongings would not cost much.
He did not dwell on the issue any further.
The butler of Su Mansion led Su Nanzhi inside, silent all the way.