Hearing Zhong Nianyao's words, for a moment, Han An could not utter any rebuttal.
Power now lay in Zhong Nianyao's hands, and no matter what choice the other made, she had no power to oppose it.
Biting her teeth, Han An reached out, trying to clutch at the hem of Zhong Nianyao's clothing. However, upon seeing the chill in Zhong Nianyao's eyes, her hand froze in mid-air, unable to extend any further.
Finally, she bit her teeth and spoke up, "Master, did you kick Prince Yu out of the game... because of me?"
"You think too highly of yourself," Zhong Nianyao looked at Han An kneeling before her, her lips curving into an indifferent smile, "You're not that important, or should I say, you have absolutely no place in my heart. I made it very clear before. The moment you married Prince Yu, our master-disciple bond was severed."
"Master, Prince Yu, he—"
