Chapter 489 - 486: Left Prime Minister Li Mansion_1
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.
Bai Qingyan tidied the cuffs of her plain blue patterned sleeves with silver edges, her voice as calm as ever, "What important matter does Steward Wu have?"
With just this simple sentence, Steward Wu discerned a sense of superiority, completely different from the former King’s benevolence.
Now, Steward Wu understood. This Princess of Zhen of the Bai family would not grant the clan the same dignity the former King gave. The former King spoke of familial bonds, while this Princess spoke of hierarchy. If she were displeased, there was a chance one might be dragged away and beaten to death.
Steward Wu quickly kowtowed, his attitude becoming increasingly respectful, "In reply to Princess of Zhen, this humble servant has come because before Your Highness moved to Shuoyang, there was someone from Dadu City seeking leverage against you in front of the previous clan leader. It seems they heard about Your Highness deposing the former clan leader and expelling many clan members. Thus, they have been contacting those expelled to conspire against you!"
Bai Qingyan lowered her eyelids slightly, showing no reaction. Chun Tao stepped forward, taking the tea cup from the maid’s black lacquered tray and handed it to Bai Qingyan.