"Mohua, go out for a while, I need to speak with Lord Zhao."
As their gazes met, a noblewoman of the Capital, dressed in a robe embroidered with hundreds of flowers and her hair in a matron's bun, her face as round and radiant as the moon, issued her command in a light tone.
"Madam... this..." The maid named Mohua expressed her concern.
"Go out." Her tone grew slightly cold.
Not daring to speak any further, the maid hurriedly tiptoed out, carefully closing the door behind her.
In the luxurious and elegant private room, only the man and the woman remained.
Pei Siniang stood tall, graceful as she approached, her gaze fleeting.
The private room faced the exterior, equipped with a row of red lacquered railings.
Inside, double carved doors were thrown open, providing an unobstructed view from this vantage point down to the main stage in the hall.
Not only was the view excellent, but it was also uniquely designed, using pillars to block the line of sight.
