He knew the black-robed person was likely observing his every move from somewhere nearby. He had to stay vigilant and calm at all times to avoid falling into their trap.
After walking for some time, Matchmaker finally stopped before a simple, ancient wooden door.
She knocked gently on the door and said softly, "Master, I have brought Fang Yue."
"Let him in."
A low voice, impossible to discern whether male or female, came from within the door.
Matchmaker pushed the door open and made a welcoming gesture, signaling for Fang Yue to enter.
Fang Yue nodded slightly and stepped inside.
Behind the door was a spacious study, elegantly furnished, but it was filled with the scent of cosmetics. It was actually a woman's boudoir.
Through layers of gauze curtains, Fang Yue saw a faint, dark figure on the embroidered bed.
He immediately walked forward.
Parting the layers of curtains, Fang Yue finally got a clear look at the figure on the bed. It was, indeed, a woman.
