It had, of course, crossed her mind that he may have said it only to try to assist her, but continuous backstabbing in this world had made her suspicious of any unusual behavior – and Zhu Qingyue was the epitome of unusual!
Even though he was the Grandmaster's own son, she would fight him tooth and nail for Snowball! She could feel the hairs stand on the back of her neck in anger.
By the time Zhu Qingyue finished revealing his identity, Li Meirong had been long forgotten. In a fit of anger, she stormed outside.
She had to wait for Grandmaster Zhu Zhang's approval to depart, so she chose to wait in the nearby courtyard until the attending disciples would eventually disperse.
Tall trees cast long shadows, concealing most of the rays of the sun. The sound of trickling water, dripping from a bamboo fountain, relaxed her. The tranquil atmosphere of the courtyard managed to ease her stress, even if only a little.
