The intelligent Yueqiu understood at once. The relationship between her Master and that Junior Martial Uncle Nangong seemed far more complex than she had imagined.
She said softly, "I understand, Master...
But, really, I don't think it's a big deal if you accept Junior Martial Uncle Nangong. All that matters is your happiness," she muttered.
"What did you say?"
"Nothing!"
Qing Yueqiu shook her head repeatedly, reaching a hand back to protect her slightly reddened backside, lest she suffer the sect's disciplinary punishment again.
The master and disciple bantered for a little longer before finally getting down to business.
"Yueqiu, when you went to Yama Hall, did you see your grandmaster?"
Qing Yueqiu's expression froze. She didn't seem to expect her Master to have guessed it so directly.
"Master, I..."
Pei Yuhang raised a hand to her cheek, his thumb gently wiping away the fine beads of sweat on her temple.
