Because several new doubts had taken root in his heart, Yue Mingxuan's attitude toward Miaojue was no longer as warm and intimate as before.
He merely kept a faint smile on his face while listening to Miaojue chatter endlessly, all the while recalling every detail since the day he had met Tang Lubao.
The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became.
Everything, absolutely everything, pointed to the fact that that man was far more than merely the leader of a single faction.
Miaojue quickly noticed Yue Mingxuan's distraction as well. She asked somewhat cautiously, "Brother Yue, are you angry with me because last time I caused you to be captured? I'm sorry. I won't go watch operas ever again."
Seeing Miaojue's careful and slightly ingratiating expression, a trace of guilt surfaced in Yue Mingxuan's heart.
No matter how Tang Lubao might treat him, at least Miaojue had always been sincere toward him without the slightest hint of falsehood.
