Li Xueyue threw Li Chenyang a pointed stare that practically translated to, 'See, I told you that you should've told her about the diary.'
Li Chenyang shook his head, 'Father said not to.'
She sighed in disappointment, her lips tugging into a slight frown. 'It's not fair.'
Li Chenyang nodded in agreement, but he already swore he'd keep his silence.
"What are you two doing?" Duchess Wang Qixing curiously asked, her eyes jumping from Chenyang to Xueyue. They were acting as if they could talk without words.
"Nothing," Li Chenyang easily responded. "What shall we do, Mother? Surely, if we give in to his demands now, he'll know he has the upper-hand on us and—"
"Well, we do have to honor the promise that Xueyue made. We always honor our words," Duchess Wang Qixing responded. "But don't you worry, Xueyue, I will be there as well."
