The Queen placed her hand on the King's arm to soothe him and said to Mu Ying, "I apologize. His Majesty is just too concerned about little Chris."
"It's alright," Mu Ying said, "Someone is coming."
Outside the courtyard stood an old woman dressed in plain clothes, a basket slung over her arm, leaning on a cane, just like any ordinary village elderly. Her gaze penetrated the courtyard, nodding and smiling at Mu Ying.
Mu Ying stood up to personally open the door, "Please come in."
No matter if she disguised her appearance or not, to such a recent graduate little witch like herself, this woman was a senior.
Reaching the doorway, at a blind spot to the sight of the people inside, the benign old woman suddenly tiptoed and whispered in a cupped hand, "Thinking of becoming a godmother right after graduation?"
Her eyes full of gossip, the previously gentle and kind demeanor completely dispersed.
