Everyone followed the sound to look, and there stood Xie Yanxi, clad in a robe of ochre-red brocade, his hands clasped behind his back as he stepped inside.
He wore a smile on his face and his gait was unhurried, yet his presence caused the entire room to fall into a breathless hush, leaving only the sound of a frantic flurry of bows and curtsies.
Song Lin’s eyes flashed with a momentary panic.
Chapter 100