Wen Congrui and Wen Jian, the uncle and nephew, exchanged greetings and talked for a while before turning their attention to Wufu.
When Wufu saw Wen Congrui looking over, considering that he now constituted her employer, she stepped forward and bent her knee slightly in a respectful gesture, "Lord Wen."
Wen Congrui lifted his head with a gentle warmth in his smile, "Today there are no high officials, I'm simply the young master of Hundred Treasures Silver Building, you may call me Fourth Young Master if you wish."
"Fourth Young Master." Wufu agreed in a compliant manner.
Wen Congrui said, "I heard that the lady made quite a splash yesterday, it's a pity I wasn't present to witness it. Otherwise, I too would have liked to see how splendid this Peach Blossom Spring was?"
Wen Jian's face darkened, showing a bit of discomfort as he turned his face away. It was a sore topic he wished not to be reminded of.
That piece of Peach Blossom Spring was an eternal ache in Wen Jian's heart.
