"He... he's a slave!" Mu Qiaoyin covered her face, saying angrily, "My body—how could something as filthy and lowly as a slave touch it? He held me—that's an insult to me!"
"Nonsense! He's a bodyguard for the Jian family!" Ye Qingci coldly reprimanded her. "You didn't figure out anything before raising your hand to hit your savior—how could you be so ungrateful and heartless?"
Mu Qiaoyin retorted defiantly, "But there's clearly a slave brand on his lower back!"
"He is from Empire Country," Ye Qingci replied. "There are no slaves in Empire Country—only bodyguards and guards! And even if he were a slave, so what? Even if he were a slave, he's still your savior. What gives you the right to hit him?"
"I..." Mu Qiaoyin had always been proud and aloof. She had seen the submissiveness of slaves and looked down on them. The sudden realization that the man who had held her might be a slave had flustered her, so without thinking, she had slapped Qian Yuan across the face.
