"Impossible, how could you tarnish my eyes? I have always been grateful for your life-saving favor. People should not forget their origins, I understand that much. Please don't concern yourself with your appearance, Liuliu. I don't mind." Murong Qin stood up, humbly approached Liuliu, trying to come across as a polite gentleman. It was ridiculous enough that he was pretending he didn't care, and she felt like cursing him out! Liuliu minded, she disdained him, and so what?
"My Lord, I don't remember ever saving your life, there must be a mistake!" Liuliu made an attempt to deny. It would be best if she could slip away, beneficial for both the Yang family and herself, and avoid being labeled a traitor.
Moreover, the promissory notes she held were not for public viewing. She was depending on those notes to reclaim Xiaohui in a few years. This wasn't a good time. Xiaohui had lost his memory and might not want to come home, and there could be someone in Yan Country he missed.
