"Lanning, help Eldest Young Lady Ya up." Ning Xueyan's eyes were unfathomable. A beautiful gleam was dancing in her pupils. Like the surface of a lake in autumn, those eyes were beautiful but cold.

Lanning answered her master's command and helped Ya Moqin to her feet.

It went without saying that Ya Moqin wouldn't struggle at this time. She covered her face with her handkerchief, putting on a show of remorse as if she was truly sorry for her slip of tongue earlier. ...