Xuefei absent-mindedly approached her master and knelt down with a thud.
Jueqing frowned in confusion, wasn't she sent to deliver the screen? Why did she come back holding it?
"What happened? Weren't you supposed to deliver the screen? Why did you bring it back?" She took a small sip from the teacup on the table.
"Master, I was wrong."
Jueqing arched an eyebrow, even more puzzled, and said, "Speak."
"The Holy Maiden asked me to marry Baihe." Lifting her head, her face full of hope, she looked at her master, hoping she could plead with the Holy Maiden on her behalf. If she were to marry Baihe, probably everyone in the fortress would mock her.
"Pfft, cough cough cough cough, you, what did you say?" Jueqing, who was drinking water, seemed to have heard her guard was getting married!
"The Holy Maiden asked me to marry Baihe!" She touched her face where her master's tea had sprayed, feeling very disheartened.
