White smoke gently rose from the incense burner, enveloping the entire chamber with a delicate fragrance.
Lin Wanwan sat on the Imperial Concubine's Couch, one leg tucked under the other dangling.
The Clan Leader had already left, regardless of whether he believed Lin Wanwan's story about returning briefly to her secluded master's sect in the mountains; he wouldn't ask any more questions.
The return of Lin Wanwan, unharmed, after a mysterious ten-month disappearance, was the greatest relief for the Lin Family Manor.
For the Lin Clan, Lin Wanwan was the ladder to the upper echelons; everyone shared common interests, and whatever she did was deemed right.
As for Baye Feng, he was long aware of Lin Wanwan's mystique, her inexplicable disappearance, and calm return, causing no stir within him.
Once he had promised to guard for ten years, ten years it would be, not a day less.
