When the car pulled up in front of the enormous Main Mansion that spread for acres beyond, with the sunset directly behind it, adding an orange glow to the exterior, Zhao Lifei felt her anxiety reached its peak.
She nervously licked her bottom lip, squirming in her seat as her heart pounded rapidly. Throughout her long friendship with Yang Ruqin, she rarely met Madam and Master Yang. She remembered the majority of their childhood was spent in the Zhao Mansion, and not in Yang Ruqin's house. She was not sure why, but as a child, she was too terrified to enter this place.
Seeing it now, she was confused about her fears. This place was as majestic as a grand castle, resembling the Buckingham Palace in Europe. Windows that stretched for miles, heavily protective gates, lush trees lining the road leading up to the house, and armed security guards spread out by a few feet, it was surreal to come here.
