But today, he found himself inexplicably fearing Bai Qingyan.
He dared not claim to be deep and calculating, but at least he was older than Bai Qingyan, even older than Bai Qishan, always managing to conceal his thoughts. Yet now, he was completely seen through by that high and mighty... what he thought was a little girl, Bai Qingyan.
If Sima Yan said he wasn't surprised, that would be impossible. He even felt a moment's panic.
"So..." Bai Qingyan heavily placed the teacup she held onto the table, the porcelain clattering with a resounding noise, "Master Sima, don't think you can easily deceive me because of my age. Just speak honestly!"
Sima Yan's head buzzed as he immediately kowtowed to Bai Qingyan, his forehead pounding the ground so hard stars appeared: "Your servant is fearful; your servant would rather die a thousand times than deceive Your Majesty!"
