Another Old One

It was a silent night, and a burnt smell filled the room from burning candles.

Lu Mingshu sat in her bed quietly, trying to recover.

The market was no longer bustling with activity, and the stalls were all closed. The only sound that could be heard now was the wind and the guards patrolling.

Suddenly, the candle flame wobbled.

Lu Mingshu shot up and rolled to the ground frantically. In the next moment, the bed was now in two pieces.

She looked at the bed and drew her sword slowly. "How disappointing!" she sighed.

"Hmph!" someone huffed, but there was no one to be seen. "Such an arrogant kid!"

Ignoring the person's provocation, she asked calmly, "May I know who this sir from the Ye Family is?"

"You don't deserve to know!" the other party said arrogantly.