"Tell me. Why were you two fighting?"
Pei Yuhang sat in the grandmaster's chair, looking down at the two girls kneeling on cushions. The Ruler he held tapped rhythmically against his palm.
The soft PAT, PAT sound made both girls instinctively tense up.
Qing Yueqiu took a deep breath, then raised her head. A layer of mist clouded her eyes as she looked at her master.
"Master... don't you love Mistress the most? Why would you betray her?!"
The young woman's voice was filled with sorrow and disappointment. Anyone who didn't know better would have thought she considered her Mistress to be her own flesh and blood.
But in reality, her Mistress was just an excuse Qing Yueqiu was using to question Pei Yuhang.
She knew that as a disciple, she had no right to comment on her master's romantic life. So, her only choice was to bring up her Mistress, hoping Pei Yuhang would see the error of his ways and repent.
