What was even more shocking was that even with so many people kneeling on the ground, none of them were making a sound. Each and every one of them was like the sculptures in temples, motionless, without words, like a pile of wood.
At this moment, the dark red doors opened with a –creak– sound. From the door walked out a person in an embroidered robe, at one glance, you could tell he was a fair- and clear -skinned middle-aged man that lived like a prince. He had both hands clasped behind his back, as he arrogantly, slowly strolled out. He critically scanned the crowd of kneeling people.
Whenever he passed in front of a person, the kneeling person would reverently raise up high the tray they were holding with both hands while bowing their heads. The red painted tray held the precious gift that they brought with them.
Some were medicinal herbs that were difficult to find, some were medical books, and some were pearls of jade and crystals. The only thing that was similar was that these stuff, without exception, were not ordinary goods.
However, this Steward of the Leng manor’s gaze was as cold as the manor’s namesake (1). He was haughty and picky. He directly walked pass three rows and still hadn’t seen anything he fancied.
The places he passed, those people had difficulty covering up the despair in their eyes.
Since the Leng household Steward had no indication of being pleased, this told them that they had no chance….
While the Leng household Steward unhurriedly strolled among these people, he also indifferently sneered. “ Trash, all of this is trash! How dare all of you bring these garbage here to fool our master? Ha ha, let me tell all of you, not a chance! Hurry up and scram!”