"I disagree." The old Master Yun let out in a stern rebuke. He, who had had his back to Yun Qing for a while, finally turned around to look at Yun Qing kneeling on the ground, his face filled with anger. "Regardless of what you say, I will never consent. Amo is the pillar of the Yun family, he cannot afford any mishaps."
"Father, I know they all listen to you. You have the highest authority in this house." Yun Qing remained kneeling on the ground, looking up at the enraged old Master Yun with pleading eyes, "Please, I beg you to persuade Yun Mo and Jiaru, to help Yiqun. I beg you."
Despite the saying written on the old master's parchment— 'those of calm mind and objectivity naturally attract prosperity'—
Despite the old master's usual demeanor being one of tranquility and composure—
He found his chest tightening with anger, feeling as if his heart was being twisted like a knife, when faced with Yun Qing's unreasonable demands.
