Closed Door

The stewards showed the drivers and footmen where to take the carriages.

Only Wan Yan went to follow Song Jia and the rest inside as Dai Bao showed them his residence.

The Dai Clan's residence was almost as big as the Song clan's. But currently among the noble houses in the city, none of them are equal to Song Jia and Sun Xun's manors, especially now after purchasing the Murong family's property.

At a distance, a man in auburn robes half-sped his way towards them with the steward following behind him.

"Dad!" Dai Bao yelled over them.

Dai Feng slowed his steps and stopped in front of the group. "Welcome.. Welcome.."

"Hello–"

"Greetings.."

The group began to introduce themselves one by one until Song Jia did, also introducing Wan Yan as her guard.

"Great! Come on in.. I've arranged a courtyard for you all." He said. Then he beckoned to Dai Bao.

The latter walked up to his father.

"Yes, Dad?"