The red-robed woman arrived at the garden on one side of the main house, but she did not immediately go inside. Instead, she stood at the garden entrance, appraising the man in moon-white attire within the Rain Viewing Pavilion.
The man appeared to be in his early twenties, wearing a scholar's cap, standing tall with handsome features.
He leisurely waved a white paper fan, graceful like an exiled immortal gracing the mortal world.
"Miss, this man looks quite handsome, marrying him won't be a loss," said the maid beside her softly.
Another maid said, "Taking such a man out wouldn't be embarrassing for the Miss."
The red-robed woman glanced at them, "But those who look good are often lofty, their eyes aimed skyward."
The maid pursed her lips with a smile, "Miss, your sword technique is formidable, can't you handle a scholar?"
The red-robed woman raised her eyebrows and chuckled softly, "That's correct, if logic cannot sway them, perhaps force can."
