The existence of the Shaman clan was something unheard of by ordinary people.
After returning to the Manor, QingWu locked herself in a room with Yellow Wasp, leaving Elderly Attendant standing outside, scratching his head in curiosity.
"Aren't you two at all curious about what the Queen and Yellow Wasp are doing in there?"
Elderly Attendant widened his eyes at Hong Rui and Lü Qiao, who were sitting in the courtyard—one busy with embroidery, the other cracking walnuts.
"The Queen must have important matters to discuss with Lord Yellow Wasp. Either way, it's not something we can help with, so there's no point in being curious."
Elderly Attendant puffed up his cheeks in frustration. "You two have really lost favor, yet you can still sit there so calmly!"
"Oh! Our dear Deputy Commander Baisui has learned how to compete for favor now," Lü Qiao teased with a playful grin. "I still remember back then…"
