"Miao Yi, you insolent whelp!"
Qing Ju suddenly snapped. Yang Qing raised his hand as if to tell her to stop talking.
"Miao Yi, you are indeed cocky to actually speak to me like this," Yang Qing said impassively. "You are not stupid. Don't you think that you're speaking inappropriately to me right now?"
Miao Yi replied, "In three months, your subordinate is going to depart for the Sea of Constellations. I don't know if I will ever come back here alive. If I don't say what needs to be said, I fear that I might not have the chance to do so again."
