With a bang, the Door was kicked open. Sun Zhou, the garrison officer of Xunyang City, jumped in fright. When he saw that the one entering was Bai Ruozhu, a look of triumph flashed in his eyes—seemed the people he'd sent had already succeeded.
"Lord Sun, hope you've been well." Bai Ruozhu's voice carried a dangerous edge. She'd only met Sun Zhou once before, when she had entered Xunyang City together with the Emperor, and Sun Zhou had come to welcome the imperial carriage along with the other officials and aristocrats.
She knew who Sun Zhou was, but had never dealt with him, much less offended him. For him to act like this now was quite meaningful.
In Danliang Country's officialdom, sending beauties was nothing rare, but that was usually when the man's wife wasn't around—send a maid or a singing girl to serve him. Many officials gladly accepted, their relationships edging one step closer and all that.
