"Why didn't you follow them?" Ye San Shao's voice was cold, his icy gaze fixed tightly on Ye Ying, who was kneeling on the ground. Was this how Ye Ying protected him?
"Master, they are from over there. I could keep a distance, but up close, they would detect my presence, and that could bring trouble to the Young Master," Ye Ying explained, a layer of dense sweat forming on his forehead as his kneeling form bent even further.
"What does it matter if they are from over there? Am I supposed to be afraid of them? They even dared to touch my people—truly courting death. Since you're afraid, Ye Ying, go back and bring Ye Qiu here instead."
"Master, it's not that Ye Ying is afraid. I just fear startling the enemy too soon. Are you truly willing to advance the plan for Miss Shangguan?"
"Ye Ying," Ye San Shao's voice grew even colder.
"Master, Ye Ying was wrong. Please forgive me."
