"What is this?" The Fourth Master took a few steps over and grabbed her: "What are you doing?"
The Fourth Master was busy recently, with many affairs in the court, and he was less patient.
"Go away!" Ye Zao didn't want to explain; she just felt a ball of fire in her chest. It was getting better just now, but it flared up again when she saw him.
She really couldn't suppress it.
"Alright, I know about these matters. Don't be angry." The Fourth Master grabbed her hand and sat down next to her.
So what if she's angry? What can she do?
She could only endure it.
Ye Zao glared fiercely at the Fourth Master, turned her head, frowned, and said nothing.
Nothing she wanted to say.
The Fourth Master held her hand and said nothing, while the servants below were nervously cleaning up the porcelain pieces, each trembling with fear.
The master has passed; don't let His Majesty get angry.
If His Majesty gets angry, the master will be fine, but they might be in trouble.
