In the secret room next to Chen Pingchuan's room.
Yes, a secret room. Belia had forcibly remodeled this old-fashioned building, smashing through the wall of the adjacent room to create a temporary, secret office.
At this moment, Belia, dressed in a pink silk robe, was lazily draped over a leather chair. She rested her chin on one hand and gently tapped her fingertips on the mahogany desk before her.
Across the desk, the Captain of the Guard and the head maid, who usually masqueraded as her and Chen Pingchuan's parents, had just finished reporting on their recent work.
"So, you're telling me there's still a pile of work at the City Lord's Mansion that needs my approval?"
Belia's voice had the soft, cherubic quality of a little girl. Yet, this sweet sound offered no warmth to the two people standing before her. Instead, it felt as if they had been plunged into an ice cave, and they dared not even lift their heads.
