The Servant Girl Was Slapped

A gust of wind blew around her, and as if it had a life of its own, it lifted her hair and whirled her robes up. The servant girl seemed to not have expected them to turn around and appeared taken aback, she then straightened up her waistband and regained her composure. Although she was only young, she had certainly learnt her master's arrogance.

"Woman, is this not your your scheming younger sister's servant girl? Why is she following you?" Yuan Ming smirked from within the Celestial Boundary Spatial Space. Helian Wei Wei did not speak. She held up her umbrella, and the sight was beautiful as the cherry blossoms fell.

Although the servant girl felt uncomfortable, she did not forget her master's instructions. She took a step forward and said to Helian Wei Wei: "Miss, which fragrant pavilion are you from?"

"Which fragrant pavilion are you from?" Helian Wei Wei repeated the question, staring icily at the servant girl.