Su Yanling shuddered at the sound of a voice that was all too familiar to her.
Her eyes remained shut, assuming it must be some kind of otherworldly happening, and let out a profound sigh.
"Why did you stop," she muttered curtly without opening her eyes.
The servant, Mei Ling, appeared hesitant before speaking, her voice trembling, "M-Madam Yanling, do you recognize him?"
Su Yanling was puzzled, furrowing her eyebrows, "Recognize who?"
Mei Ling pointed towards a figure standing before them, her voice barely above a whisper, "Him."
Su Yanling's eyes popped open, and she gasped in disbelief, "Xia Tian?"
Xia Tian yielded the jester's mask from his face and laid it on Mei Ling's head, with guile and humor in his voice, "The one and only."
Su Yanling's heart pumped like a drumstick as she made an effort to keep her composure, "What are you doing here?" she questioned, her voice trembling slightly.