Feng Xuan, sensing the oppressive atmosphere, quietly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and bravely offered a cup of tea.
"Master, perhaps a cup of tea..." (slowly?)
Before he could finish, a chilling glance from Nangong Mo made Feng Xuan's hand tremble, almost spilling the tea, "Master, I spoke out of turn!"
With that, he retreated to a corner: I was wrong! I reflect! I face the wall!
Master, you came here, neither drinking tea nor eating, could it be purely to... eavesdrop?
Feng Xuan thought it absurd; these two words had no connection with the decisive and commanding man he remembered, yet it was happening!
Separated by a wall, Yun Ran watched the two people on either side vying to take her away, her mouth twitching slightly; she never imagined such a situation before coming here...
"Cousin, calm down first, if you take me away so heedlessly, what about Aunt?"
"Should we leave her alone in the capital to face the potential consequences?"
