On the way back to Jing Garden, Chun Yu hesitated to speak and finally asked softly, "Master Jiang, that night you saved Qiuye, the two of you..."
"Truly, nothing happened."
Jiang Shouzhong said helplessly, "I can swear, we were completely innocent. I didn't even touch a single hair of hers."
Chun Yu pursed her lips and smiled, "I naturally trust you."
Jiang Shouzhong couldn't suppress the resentment in his heart, "I just don't understand. You all must have followed your mistress for quite some time, doesn't she trust you at all? To casually want to kill you?"
But upon saying this, he noticed Chun Yu's expression turned peculiar.
Jiang Shouzhong looked puzzled, "What's wrong?"
Chun Yu lightly bit her tender cherry lips, and with her pinkie, she tucked a strand of fallen hair behind her ear, revealing a woman's unique grace and composure. "Why would Master Jiang think that the mistress wanted to kill Qiuye?"
"Is it not so?" Jiang Shouzhong frowned.
