Chou'Er's face was flushed, her small hand tightly gripping the Pill Bottle.
She remembered what Jiang Lan had just said—that he disliked mutes—so she forced herself to reply, "I... I... un... understand."
Her voice was raspy, not exactly pleasant, but it held a clear quality that could not be concealed.
Back in the fighting pits, she had rarely spoken to anyone, sometimes going years without uttering a single word.
This made it difficult for her to communicate, and she tended to stutter whenever she rushed to speak.
Jiang Lan seemed to smile. "Do you know who I am?" he asked.
Seeing him rise to leave the room, Chou'Er clutched her Pill Bottle and followed behind him.
His words made her recall the maids' conversation in the bath. 'But with my current status,' she thought, 'calling him Young Master Jiang probably isn't right.'
"M... Master..."
Chou'Er replied after a moment of thought.
