Seeing Chai You kneeling, she didn't rush to help him up.
Instead, she held the newly served hot tea in her hands, her face unexpectedly devoid of emotion.
"What does the gentleman seek from me? Please, speak your mind first."
She yearned for worthy talents, but also did not wish to be manipulated by others.
If she couldn't fully subjugate Chai You, then it was undoubtedly like nurturing a vicious dog at her side, which was not the result she wanted.
Chai You's forehead pressed tightly against the ground, his voice hoarse and rough, knowing the attitude one must have when begging for favors.
"I beseech the Commandery Princess to avenge the murder of my sister!" he prostrated himself on the ground in an attitude of complete submission, his fingertips already bleeding from frostbite, looking both frail and tenacious.
