Imperial Capital, Liu Family's courtyard.
In a reception room filled with Xia Country elements, a dignified and noble old woman sat in the main seat.
Her name was Zhou Enqiao, the matriarch of the Liu Family in the Imperial Capital.
"Madam, the guest has arrived."
A woman in her thirties walked in, hands clasped together.
She wore a rosary around her neck, her hair braided to her waist, dressed in a white shirt and black pants.
Zhou Enqiao, eyes closed and fingering a string of Buddha beads, said coldly:
"Ah Huan, bring the guest in."
Ah Huan turned to leave, and after a while, she brought in a young man in traditional Chinese clothing into the reception room.
Xie Qilin slightly bowed to Zhou Enqiao, smiling:
"Greetings, Madam Zhou."
Zhou Enqiao showed a hint of displeasure on her face:
"Why did Xie Jianguo send a child?
Is he looking down on the Liu Family?"
Xie Qilin was unfazed:
"Surely Madam Zhou has heard of me.
