A dead silence hung over the grand and solemn Malfoy Manor, where the cold wind felt all the more desolate. The white peacocks shivered as they hid in their shelters, the manor's weather-control charms having long since lost their effect.
The man's original intention had been to instruct Lucius to call off the surveillance on Wenxiu Lord; after all, watching the young man's romantic escapades day after day grew tedious and ridiculous.
Standing before the grand French windows, however, he found that today the owl bearing the message had failed to arrive on time.
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