"Uncle Liu, is there something you need to report?" Yue Lan, now dressed in a Luo skirt, presented a different aura from what she had on the auction stage; her willow brows soft, cherry lips, rosy cheeks, and skin white like jade transforming her demeanor from the zealous fervor on stage to a serene and mysterious presence, truly a woman of many facets.
"Miss, today there was a skirmish at the East Gate. It is said to have been provoked by Lian Hao of the Lian Family." Hearing Yue Lan's inquiry, the Grand Steward who had previously attended to Zhu Bufan respectfully spoke, fully aware of Yue Lan's identity and thus did not dare to show any neglect.
"Hmph, was it that guy?" Upon hearing the Grand Steward's words, Yue Lan let out a disdainful cold sneer, clearly showing her loathing for this Lian Hao, "What finally happened? For this Young Master of the Lian Family to cause such a big scene, it mustn't be simple. Who did he end up forcing to death this time?"
