Dong Huiying had a seemingly indifferent smile as she held onto Yan Xiyu's arm.
"You seem quite impressive, don't you?"
Yan Xiyu raised her brow, "How I discipline my own maid is none of your business."
She tried to pull her arm back, but it wouldn't budge.
Dong Huiying chuckled softly, "Indeed it's none of my business, but I can't stand it."
She coldly pushed Yan Xiyu aside, then, mimicking Yan Xiyu's earlier gesture, extended a hand, palm up.
From behind, Yixuan approached with a gentle smile, pulling out a snow-white handkerchief from his chest, delicately wiping her hand inch by inch.
Even after ensuring it was 'clean', Yixuan maintained a faint smile, though his eyes were cold.
He casually tossed the light handkerchief to the guard behind him, "Burn it, it's dirty."
The guard suppressed a laugh, finding the exchange between the couple quite amusing.
Yixuan's 'dirty' wasn't referring to the handkerchief but was a way to insult Yan Xiyu, deliberately embarrassing her.
