Poor Maid × Warlord of a Turbulent Era - Chapter 9

At this moment, the butler walked into the living room, respectfully bowed to Lu Tingfeng, and said, "Marshal, the various military commanders in the city, having heard about your assassination attempt, have all come to pay their respects and are waiting outside the mansion." Lu Tingxiao—Lu Tingfeng—frowned slightly. He had originally not wanted such trivial matters to disturb his time with Song Qian, but he knew full well that he could not refuse to see them.

He turned to Song Qian and said, "Qian'er, please rest here for a moment." With that, Lu Tingfeng strode out of the living room, his posture erect, his military boots making crisp, forceful sounds against the polished marble floor.

Arriving at the mansion gates, Lu Tingfeng was greeted by the salutes of the commanders. With a stern expression, he addressed them: "Gentlemen, I have one more announcement to make today. Miss Song Qian here will henceforth be the young lady of the Marshal's Mansion. Whenever you see her, it is as if you see me. You must take the utmost care of her and not show the slightest negligence." The crowd responded in unison.

After making all the arrangements, Lu Tingfeng returned to the living room and said to Song Qian, "Qian'er, I have arranged the side courtyard in the east for you. It is quiet and elegant." He then commanded his men to carry chests of silver, exquisite garments, and dazzling jewelry before Song Qian. "Take these for your immediate needs. If anything is lacking, just tell me." Looking at the dazzling array of treasures before her, Song Qian's heart was filled with a mixture of emotion and unease. "Marshal, this is truly too much, I..." Lu Tingfeng gently interrupted her, "Qian'er, do not refuse. This is only right for you."

He stepped forward and gently stroked her hair, his fingertips gliding through her soft tresses, lightly caressing the top of her head as he softly said, "Qian'er, do not refuse."

His gaze was intense and affectionate as he looked at her porcelain-white face, her rosy lips slightly pursed, her expressive eyes flickering with shyness. Below her slender neck, her delicate collarbones were clearly visible, and her frail figure appeared all the more touching within the luxurious living room. Lu Tingfeng's heart was filled with delight and indulgence, yet he merely curved his lips slightly, holding back the emotions surging within him, and continued, "In private from now on, you may just call me Tingfeng."

After Lu Tingfeng fled in a flurry due to the turbulent emotions within his heart, Song Qian remained where she was, her mind in utter turmoil. After a moment, she steadied herself slightly and began to look around the room prepared for her.

The room was spacious and bright, the walls covered in wallpaper adorned with delicate hidden patterns that cast a soft glow under the lighting. The floor was covered with a thick brocade carpet that felt soft and comfortable beneath her feet. A carved mahogany bed was dressed with exquisitely embroidered canopy curtains and bedding, with several soft cushions resting at the head of the bed.

By the window stood a sandalwood desk, neatly arranged with the four treasures of the study and a few thread-bound books, as if waiting for her to open and read them. The wardrobe was tall and magnificent; when Song Qian gently opened it, it was filled with all sorts of clothing, ranging from exquisite cheongsams to Western-style evening gowns, all of superior material and vibrant patterns. On the nearby vanity lay a complete set of silver grooming utensils, and the bright, clear mirror reflected her somewhat dazed countenance.

In a corner of the room stood a comfortable sofa and a small coffee table, upon which sat a delicate tea set. Song Qian slowly walked over to sit on the sofa, her fingers lightly brushing the edge of the coffee table. Sitting there to rest for a while, her heart stirred with anticipation for her future life in the Marshal's Mansion.

Suddenly, a thought occurred to Song Qian, and anxiously calling out to the system in her mind within the room, she asked, "System, you said Lu Tingfeng only regards me as a younger sister right now. What on earth should I do?"