The Young Master's Wicked Wife, Doted on Beyond Compare

Amid verdant mountains and clear waters stood a manor. Its grand buildings were arranged with elegant precision, exuding refinement and distinction. It was clearly no ordinary household. Within the manor, maids and servants spoke in hushed voices and walked with extreme care, doing their best not to make a sound. They were impeccably disciplined. At the end of a long corridor, a small figure in white leaned against the railing. Her upper body rested in the shade beneath the eaves, while her lower half basked in the sunlight. The little figure was a girl. Her white dress was made of no especially fine fabric, but with her exquisitely doll-like face, no one paid attention to its quality. …