"When you go to Qingliang Temple this time, who else will go there besides grandaunt and aunt?" Mo Xuetong said smilingly, with her fingers rapping on the table casually.

She was different from the way she had been when she had left the Qin Manor. She was much less plaintive but much calmer as a young lady from a rich family. When she lifted her cold eyes, though talking smilingly, she had an imposing manner, which made the maids following her all the time identify with her ...