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Embarrassment flashed across the servant's face as she approached Shen Fanxing.

"Princess Fanxing…"

Shen Fanxing was wearing a down jacket and a scarf around her neck. She wrapped herself up tightly. Compared to Tang Jian, who was wearing a fitting windbreaker…

Shen Fanxing closed the car door and stared at her for a while before chuckling.

"Looks like someone didn't have the time to tell you that I brought an additional person with me."

The servant's face changed colors.

There were a few people standing at the entrance with their heads lowered respectfully. They were not wearing the uniform of servants, which showed that life here was still unrestrained.

Shen Fanxing raised an eyebrow and asked,

"This shouldn't be the butler of this manor, right?"

A servant shook her head and replied, "The butler is Uncle Song. He received news last night that something happened in his hometown and left overnight. Our Madam isn't in good health now. I heard that she's an experienced housekeeper from the palace, Madam Qiao Biluo. After Uncle Song left last night, she came to take over. Most of the work here is managed by Uncle Song. She comes over occasionally. She should be… considered a butler…"

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The servant's words trailed off and she glanced at Qiao Biluo uneasily, afraid that she would offend her.

Shen Fanxing smiled and muttered to Qiao Biluo,

"She came to take over as soon as Uncle Song left? What a coincidence."

The old servant was silent for a while before she raised her head. Her expression was neither servile nor overbearing.

"Madam Mu's body is noble, so I naturally can't delay anything."

Shen Fanxing nodded and didn't seem to take this matter to heart. Instead, she asked,

"Where's Mr. William?"

Qiao Biluo replied, "Master left an hour ago…"

"I didn't ask you."

Shen Fanxing interrupted her coldly without even looking at her.

The servant who was being stared at hurriedly took two steps forward and said carefully,

"Yes, Sir just left half an hour ago…"

Shen Fanxing walked slowly up the stairs and stood at the edge. She lowered her gaze to Qiao Biluo, who was standing in the courtyard. She paused for a few seconds before her lips curled into a smile.

"When did you know that I was coming today? Did your master know that I was coming today?"

Qiao Biluo tensed up and clasped her hands uneasily in front of her.

Indeed, this woman was much harder to deal with than he had imagined.

The servant looked at Qiao Biluo in confusion. "Sir didn't know that you were coming before he left. We only found out not long after he left. Madam Qiao Biluo told us."

Shen Fanxing sneered and said, "I see."

Her smile made the few people present shiver.

"She came overnight after Butler Song left. She only knew that we were coming after your master left. What a… coincidence."

As she spoke, she looked at Qiao Biluo. Her faint smile made her sweat in the cold winter.

She could only smile awkwardly and take two steps forward. "Princess Fanxing, it's cold outside. Please have a cup of black tea to warm your body."

Shen Fanxing turned around and left. It didn't make sense if she couldn't enter.

Although the manor was not big, it was still spacious compared to ordinary houses.

The decorations were magnificent, but the interior was warm and gentle.

Shen Fanxing frowned. Compared to the huge palace, this place felt more like home.

Although she had never been to Ye Jingyun's house, judging from their vanity and wealth, she could imagine that their residence might not be as good as the palace, but it might not be much worse.

If it were her, she would rather choose to live here than in that superficial place.

There were countless places built with money, which showed their elegance and nobility. However, their hearts were dirtier and lower than anyone else's. What was the use?

All these years, her husband had refused to come home. Had Ye Jingyun never reflected on herself?

At the thought of this, Shen Fanxing smiled silently.

Of course, she wouldn't reflect on herself.

Otherwise, things wouldn't have developed to this stage.

Qiao Biluo and the servants quickly brought out the black tea.

They carefully poured tea for her from the exquisitely carved porcelain teapot. The clear tea reflected a beautiful color in the teacup.

Shen Fanxing picked up the silver spoon and swirled it gently, but she didn't drink it.

"Master has left. Where's your wife?"

Qiao Biluo replied respectfully, "I've already sent someone to invite her. She'll probably be here soon. Master isn't around and Madam rarely goes out to meet guests. She might need some time now."

Without a word, Shen Fanxing picked up her teacup.

However, before she could drink the tea, there was a loud thud.

The few people in the living room were shocked.

Shen Fanxing stopped and shifted her gaze.

Tang Jian took out a black and golden thermos from somewhere and placed it in front of her.

A pair of eyes glared at her warningly.

"Water, all-purpose water. Drink this. It's better than this. Don't forget that it's dirty. Be careful and be healthy."

The Three Character Classic didn't end well, but it sounded like it rhymed.

Most of the people present were Chinese, but they had been in Country Y for a long time.

China's culture was broad and profound. The three-character script and the four-character script were on par with each other and were self-created. Most people didn't react immediately.

But combined with the sudden appearance of the thermos flask, she roughly understood what he meant.

Shen Fanxing placed the teacup down slowly and looked up at Tang Jian carefully.

"What are you looking at?"

"I'm wondering if you're pretending to be Fatty Lan. How can anything appear out of thin air?"

Tang Jian pursed her lips and despised Shen Fanxing in her heart.

She was now a living ancestor. Wherever she went, she had to put everything she did first.

She had clearly come to Tiger Mountain this time. Why wasn't she on guard? Was she waiting for Bo Jinchuan to torture her to death?

After receiving Tang Jian's warning, Shen Fanxing looked at the emergency tea and picked up the thermos. She opened the lid and took a sip.

Qiao Biluo was speechless.

Sitting in someone else's house and drinking the water from the thermos she had brought, this scene was as awkward as it could be.

No one in this world would do something like that.

The water here was dirty?

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