Ah Chang sighed and shook her rounded mechanical head helplessly, "Oh, master is really too harsh on himself. He obviously adores madam so much, what's there to endure?"
Yan Qianyi stared blankly at the bloodstains inside the wardrobe, and a sudden pang of pain throbbed in her heart.
She asked, "When did this happen?"
"The day after we returned from the Morris Empire."
Yan Qianyi furrowed her brows.
That day she had met Nangong Jie and indeed said some hurtful, harsh words to Mu Yunlie.
But she truly didn't know that his poison had flared up that night.
Thinking of how helpless and distressed he must have been when the poison erupted, Yan Qianyi felt even more heartache.
The poison could affect his mood, yet in that situation, he still refrained from seeking her out, which showed just how upset her words had made him that day.
"But now it's all good, madam and master won't be divorcing," Ah Chang said happily. "Xiao Ke and I will never have to separate either."
