Carrying immense excitement, he sent her away and then meticulously selected the most beautiful Yuji from the Demon Palace.
He had thought that his master had truly come to a realization, only to find out...
His thin lips slightly pursed, his thoughts pulled back from his memories, Qianhe's gaze towards Zhiyan turned a degree colder. If it weren't for her, his master would not have become angry for no reason, nor would he have stabbed two Yuji to death. This girl, seemingly innocent, was like a dose of poison. Keeping her by his master's side would sooner or later become a disaster.
"I'm uncomfortable, I want to take a bath." Zhiyan requested, ignoring the coldness in his eyes.
"My duty is only to watch over you." Qianhe replied calmly, a hint of mockery passing through his eyes.
"I'm not a prisoner, and besides, my wound has healed."
