"Oh. Little Xuanzi really should step up his cultivation," Feng Yueya nodded in agreement.
Mo Xue's slender fingers pinched the teacup, raised it to her lips, and took a sip before tentatively asking, "Yue Ya, may I ask if you've had a quarrel with your Prince?"
Feng Yueya was startled, then smiled and asked, "Why would Master think so?"
"Intuition. My intuition tells me there's definitely a problem between you two."
"Master's intuition is really accurate; there is indeed some conflict between us," she said with a bitter smile.
Just as I thought!
But seeing her reluctance to elaborate, Mo Xue didn't press her about the nature of the quarrel.
After thinking it over, she consoled, "Yue Ya, it's actually impossible for two people to be together without any conflict.
You see, your Master and I were separated over a misunderstanding for more than a decade, and now it seems somewhat unworthy when I think about it.
