Half a moment passed without hearing Bai Qingyan speak. Steward Wu was about to sneak a glance at Bai Qingyan, but as his gaze lifted to Bai Qingyan's deerskin boots, he heard Bai Qingyan clear her throat, instantly frightening him into not daring to raise his head further. His eyes fixed on the floor, motionless.
Steward Wu had previously entered the Bai ancestral home, naturally knowing the splendor of the blue bricks, green tiles, carved beams, and painted rafters. The ebony-gilded nanmu pillars, every item were of exquisite quality, each possessing a history and age. Even the entwined bronze lamps were several hundred years old, showcasing the profound heritage of the Bai family.
However, whether it was because the rightful owner had returned or it had been refurbished, as he stepped into the main hall, Steward Wu's palms began to sweat. Without raising his head, he was already overwhelmed by its grandeur, his back stiffened.