Qiu Yinger stood there, dazed.
In her heart, there was but one feeling. She seemed like a Muggle.
"Master... no wonder you were unconcerned about those traitors, I had thought..."
Qiu Yinger's pretty face flushed slightly, some annoyance mingled with her embarrassment.
The Master had gone too far, even deceiving her.
"What did you think, that your Master had become senile?" Si Nanyan glanced at Qiu Yinger, who seemed somewhat indignant, and smiled gently.
"Master, disciple... disciple didn't mean that..." Qiu Yinger hastily waved her hands, urgently denying it.
"Alright, I am well aware." Si Nanyan spoke in a low voice, "The palace master token I gave you before, do you still have it?"
"Yes, yes, it's safely kept." Qiu Yinger nodded hurriedly, reaching toward her chest.
Huh? It wasn't there.
Qiu Yinger was instantly alarmed.
"You lost it?" Si Nanyan's eyebrows knitted slightly.
