"Tell me, why did you betray me?"
Dai Yao stared at Partridge with eyes devoid of emotion and said coldly.
In his heart, Partridge had always been a reserved girl who did not like to speak and carried an air of sorrow around her. Therefore, he had usually shown her a little extra care. That was why her betrayal was even harder for Dai Yao to accept.
In an instant, everyone looked toward Partridge. No one bothered to conceal the disdain and contempt in their eyes. Dai Yao had treated them well enough—what reason could Partridge possibly have to betray him? In Feng Wutong's cold phoenix eyes, there was an even more undisguised killing intent.
Cuckoo stole a few glances at Partridge and let out a soft sigh, feeling a sorrowful sense of grief for one's kind.
The contemptuous gazes of the crowd were like sharp blades stabbing into Partridge's heart. She was too terrified to raise her head and said in a trembling voice:
"Young Master..."
"You're not worthy of calling him Young Master!"
Feng Wutong stepped forward and shouted furiously, without the slightest attempt to conceal her anger.
Partridge froze, and then an uncontrollable sorrow surged from the depths of her heart. She lowered her head heavily, her red lips trembling as she said, "All right, Young... my lord."
"Tell me. Why did you betray me?"
Dai Yao asked indifferently.
Partridge scanned the faces of the crowd in despair. After a long while, she slowly began:
"My lord, when you were choosing maids back then, I actually didn't want to come. My childhood sweetheart and I grew up together, and we had already pledged ourselves to one another. But then my family suddenly suffered a disaster. In order to save the clan, the elders forcibly sent me into