Duanyang was in complete admiration of Ling Hua.
This was only the first day, yet Miss Ling had not only settled herself into the inner courtyard of the Marquis Duanjing Residence but also managed to firmly bind the young Marquis to her with Qiyun Mountain as the link.
Such skill at manipulating people's hearts made him quite worried for the young Marquis's future. If this continued, wouldn't the young Marquis be completely at Miss Ling's mercy, to be toyed with as she pleased?
He sneakily glanced at Yan Qing, who was blissfully unaware and stared hungrily at the roasting spit, his eyes and heart filled with the desire to devour the deer meat. Duanyang suddenly felt that perhaps such foolishness wasn't so bad—the world of the prodigal sons should indeed be this simple-minded.
Someone brought over a low stool for Ling Hua.
Ling Hua gave that person a glance, then signaled with her eyes to place it beside Yan Qing.