Xin He glanced at him coldly, "Wait outside, I'll go in myself."
Having said that, she stepped straight into the residence.
The young servant almost cried, hesitating whether to enter or not. If he entered, he might offend the madam; if he didn't, he might offend the minister. What to do?
Finally, gritting his teeth and stamping his foot, he decided to stay outside…
Anyway, the minister always listens to his wife, so it's best to prioritize her wishes.
The young servant thought to himself, feeling much more settled.
Xin He strode in, and along the way, the usually respectful servants of the residence were now bowing and saluting with looks of terror on their faces, as if they had seen a ghost.
"Where is your master?"
"In... in... in the Zhu Jin Pavilion..." The little maid hesitated whether to speak, but when she saw Ji Xinhe's cold eyes, she was frightened and blurted it out. Regretting her words, but it was too late for regrets now.