"Who is looking for me?" Li Xianxian asked.
"Miss Zheng." the housekeeper replied.
Miss Zheng?
Li Xianxian squinted her eyes, "Is it Zheng Xianjing?"
"Yes." the housekeeper nodded.
Li Xianxian's mouth curled into a smile, as she sorted her dress: "Let her in."
"Alright."
In a moment, the servant brought Zheng Xianjing in.
Zheng Xianjing had her hair styled in the most popular manner of the time, framed by well-drawn eyebrows, painted red lips, a heavy layer of foundation making her face white as chalk.
She wore a bright red formal dress, red high heels to match, looking more the bride than the bride herself.
Just by her outfit, it was clear that she had come prepared.
But Li Xianxian was not afraid anymore.
Inside her belly was the legitimate heir of the Mo family.
Even Old Lady Mo had to treat her with care and laughter now.
So, what could a Zheng Xianjing count for?
Li Xianxian greeted her with a warm smile, "Sister Xianjing."