The Honeytrap

Duan Ling Tian basked in the sun with his eyes half-closed as he was fed grapes. After a moment, he asked lazily, "Did you say you're both great-granddaughters of the Cloudy Morning Sect's elders?"

"That's right." The girl who was massaging Duan Ling Tian's shoulders nodded. "Young Master Duan, I'm Liu He Hua, the great-granddaughter of the third elder of the Cloudy Morning Sect."

"Young Master Duan, I'm Yuan Meng, the great-granddaughter of the seventh elder of the Cloudy Morning Sect."

Duan Ling Tian felt slightly speechless when he heard the two women's replies. "You're the direct descendants of the sect's elders, and yet, they arranged for you to work like attendants here? Is this your ancestors' way of letting you experience the hardship of life?"