Qing Jun was reprimanded to the point of tears, twisting the corners of her clothing with her small hands, pleadingly looking towards Chen Ye.
Chen Ye, at this moment, was leisurely sipping tea, nodding in agreement:
"Your Senior Sister is right. During this period, stay in the kitchen and wash each of the mushrooms in your bamboo basket ten times. If they aren't clean, you won't be allowed to have dinner."
"Ah—"
Qing Jun seemed struck by lightning, her small face fell, and she could only carry her little bamboo basket to the kitchen, looking back three times with every step.
After Qing Jun walked away.
Zhiwei turned around, her expression slightly cold:
"Master, people from Huayue Mansion and the Ten Thousand Puppet Sect dare to target Qing Jun... Are they outside the valley at this moment?"
"Indeed."
Chen Ye put down the tea cup, speaking indifferently,
