Yun Ya's heart felt a bit chilly, as if a sudden splash of cold water had doused her in the scorching summer. She raised her hand to touch her arm, where the skin was smooth as porcelain, without even a hint of a scar. It must be Brother Yan.
She curled her lips slightly, her gaze gentle as the wind, "It's nothing, just a small wound."
Lorde's eyes flickered.
"Young Master Lorde, you must understand what happened today, so I won't say much else, just one thing."
Lorde assumed a posture of eager listening.
Yun Ya spoke slowly and clearly, "I want to make a deal with Young Master Lorde."
Lorde squinted, looking at her deeply, "A deal?"
Yun Ya said cooperatively, "You are her chosen son-in-law candidate. I know you might not care for my status as a Princess, but soon, you will be surprised."
Lorde thought for a moment, then said, "So, what do you want me to do?"
"This play, we must continue it, to make her drop her guard...."
