"Father, Brother Tianling is so strong and domineering. Mei'Er thinks he's even more handsome and charming. Mei'Er likes him even more now."
As Ye Yuemei spoke, she recalled that intimate moment with Ye Tianling. A wave of heat washed over her, and a girlish shyness appeared on her face.
Ye Fenghan rolled his eyes. "You're poisoned. Poisoned by infatuation."
Ye Yuemei giggled. "Father, Mei'Er has been chosen by the Cyan Moon Sword Sect now. Mei'Er is going to protect Brother Tianling."
Ye Fenghan was utterly helpless. He gave a wry smile and said, "Wasn't the Clan Leader good to you? Do they deserve to die?"
Ye Yuemei froze for a moment. "If you had no status, Father, and Mei'Er had no Talent, would Mei'Er still be alive? Or would I have been beheaded by Ye Tianfan's sword, just like my two younger sisters, Ye Yuexin and Ye Yuechan?"
A pang of pain shot through Ye Fenghan's heart. He found himself unable to answer Ye Yuemei's question.
