Ye Xinyan seemed wrapped in gold and silver from head to toe, even her boots adorned with colored beads. As Han Yanhui spoke with her, she was putting on an air of casual elegance, chatting and laughing with a passerby.
Only when the noise in front of Han Mansion's gate subsided, followed by the sound of an old and thin voice, did she clasp her hands at the young man, turn her smile back toward them, gave a deep bow, and said, "I presume you must be Lord Prime Minister Han. I, the unenlightened one, have come overstepping my bounds without invitation, and I hope you can forgive my brashness. However, my admiration for Miss Han is by no means feigned."
Han Yanhui's temples twitched a few times. Even with his granddaughter's identity called out, this granddaughter of Ye Tang could still fully commit to the act; he wondered how she was raised.
