As she thought about this, she carefully closed the door behind her after leaving. Little did she know, the man who had appeared to be sleeping soundly opened his eyes wearily the moment she stepped over the threshold. His expression was full of disappointment. He sat up, looked at the door, then lowered his head without saying a word. After a long pause, he bit his lip: "Little liar..." He had almost fallen asleep, but his heart was uneasy. As soon as she left, he became wide awake. She had clearly promised to stay there and watch over him. She was a liar; she didn’t keep her word. Dong Huiying’s plan was to take advantage of Zhi Chen’s nap to quickly find Lan Gu and clarify what she wanted to know. However, it was unfortunate that Dong Huiying didn’t find Lan Gu. After asking around, she learned that Lan Gu was not in the Blue mansion and had already gone out. She inquired about Lan Gu’s whereabouts from the servants of the Blue mansion and found out that Lan Gu had gone out by invitation. It seemed the person who invited Lan Gu was a blond-haired, blue-eyed foreigner, who appeared to be of distinguished status. She pondered, thinking that Zhi Chen would sleep for a while longer. How could she know that the man was not asleep at all? Dong Huiying thought she had plenty of time, so after deliberating, she made a decision. She was going to go out to find someone! She was probably a person of action; once she had made a decision in her mind, she wanted to carry it out as soon as possible. So she asked the servants of the Blue mansion to bring her a horse, and she gallantly rode out of the mansion. Although foreigners were not local residents, the benefits and privileges they enjoyed here far surpassed those of the native Dayuan population. Take, for instance, the Fanbang person who had invited Lan Gu. This person’s name was Charles. He seemed to be a wealthy merchant, and he typically liked to wear a crescent-colored long robe, adorned with gold and jewels, giving him a sumptuous and extraordinary appearance. Charles’s residence was very spacious. Whether out of admiration for Eastern culture or a deliberate attempt at cultural sophistication, he named his residence the "Fengya Pavilion," with a line of foreign text in platinum beneath the Chinese characters. When she arrived at the place, looking at the grand door frame, Dong Huiying’s mouth twitched hard. This was probably an example of cultural fusion, but it looked odd and quite out of place. Today, Fengya Pavilion was hosting a tea party. The invited guests were all prominent local figures, so there were quite a few carriages parked outside Fengya Pavilion. Dong Huiying saw some coachmen sitting on the carriages, gnawing on dry buns. Looking at the bustling entrance, some guests were preparing to leave, while a few foreigners personally saw them off, occasionally apologizing to those who arrived late. Overall, on the surface, everything here seemed harmonious, and the atmosphere appeared very good. But the disparity in social classes was also quite severe. For instance, the wealthy people arriving by carriage were impeccably dressed, and although their servants were well-dressed, they still appeared too shabby, serving to highlight and contrast. When master and servant stood together, the distinction in status was immediately evident. Similarly, those attending the banquet were chatting and laughing inside Fengya Pavilion, eating and drinking their fill, while the coachmen waiting outside looked poverty-stricken. In the past year or so, Dong Huiying had seen a lot of things and met many people. To her, worldly matters could be handled with calm indifference. The Blue mansion had its own coachman, who was usually employed by Lan Gu.