Living under another's roof, one must learn to bend and adapt, bowing when necessary.
But Mingzhu did not want to take the blame unjustly.
From beginning to end, it was Yun Zhen who brought the danger to her.
She should not be the one punished.
She respectfully bowed to the old matriarch.
Mingzhu spoke calmly, "I willingly prayed for the Young Master's well-being, after all, I have been under the protection of the Xie Family for three years. Even if it means kneeling in the Buddha Hall or performing prostrations to ask for a peace charm, I would not refuse as a way of repaying kindness."
"However, you say the Young Master was in danger because of saving me, that I cannot agree with."
The old matriarch's face darkened, her eyes filled with danger.
Gripping the chair's armrest tightly, she asked in return, "You disagree?"
