Zhong Niannian slightly smiled, tucking the hairpin into her sleeve.
Zhu Yan looked at Zhong Niannian and frowned in disapproval, "What do you mean 'your mistress'? Isn't the mistress our mutual master?"
Zhong Niannian smiled casually; her beauty was extraordinary, and even Zhu Yan, a woman herself, couldn't help but be dazzled by her when seen up close. She turned her head and gazed out of the carriage window, speaking softly, "You have always been mistaken. The mistress is the mistress, while I am merely following the young master's orders, temporarily allowing the mistress to command me. My true master is the young master."
