Yue Jinghua was at a loss for words, not sure how to respond. She had never intended to impersonate her brother, nor to claim to be the Lord of Fengdan County.
Before her arrival, she had merely seen Fengdan County as a temporary refuge.
But the sight of this child, his face bruised and swollen, eyes glimmering with hope, made her feel like she had a fishbone stuck in her throat, unable to deny the truth.
Yue Jinghua was a foreign soul from the 23rd century. She was unable to comprehend, let alone understand, the class disparity amongst the nobility, nor could she grasp why a land abandoned by its lord could emanate such desolate atmosphere.
As she stood there awkwardly, several carriages came to a stop by the lake.
With her keen senses, Yue Jinghua had heard the unusual growls of beasts from miles away. Fortunately, she had arrived ahead of the others, otherwise this child of Fengdan County might not have escaped his fate.
