Leng Qingtang cast his gaze on Gu Yunxi, whose face took on an astonished expression. There was more seriousness in his voice.
"Where exactly did you go that day?"
"I was bored so I went to the market with Qinger..."
Gu Yunxi whispered. A trace of panic flashed through her eyes and was caught by Leng Qingtang's eyes sharp as a falcon.
They opened wide yet remained dark and calm, shining coldly.
Gu Yunxi lowered her eyes unnaturally at the redness in the Master's palm.
"Where did you find it?"
"A servant picked up this morning in the yard. You were too careless..."
Without raising her head, she could hear the hint of coldness in the Master's unruffled and bland voice. He stretched his arm, motioning her to come closer.
Gu Yunxi was nervous, aware of her lie. Her eyelashes quivered
