"No! I don't want to leave my master; he's been very kind, he's been kind to Ah Jing, Sister Yingxue, please don't kill him, will you?"
Ah Jing knelt on the bed, continually kowtowing and begging Su Yingxue.
"It's not possible."
Chu Yihan's cold voice instantly stunned Ah Jing.
Ah Jing's lips were pale and trembling, "Nin... Ninth Prince."
If it had been only Su Yingxue, Ah Jing might have pleaded again, but Chu Yihan's firm 'It's not possible' completely dispelled her hopes.
She collapsed dispiritedly onto the bed.
Su Yingxue knew Ah Jing was still young, and she felt empathy for her situation, telling her all about what Mu Fei had done.
The telling lasted until the evening.
"You see, Mu Fei has done so many wrongs. Even though he came from a pitiable background, think about the people who died by his hand, who were hurt by him—weren't they all pitiable? You were used by him too." Su Yingxue rubbed her head, "So please, stop thinking about him, okay?"
"Okay…"
