Watching the Show

Qingfeng lay on the ground, wriggling nonstop as his aggrieved voice echoed around him.

"Young Pavilion Master, be magnanimous and don't stoop to my level."

"Hehe!"

"Young Pavilion Master, rest assured. From today onward, whenever you face any danger, I'll definitely be the first to appear."

As he spoke, Qingfeng deliberately glanced toward Mingyue's room. After confirming that she had not come out, he lowered his voice. "Young Pavilion Master, I'm on the same side as you. It's mainly because Mingyue is always using the Pavilion Master to pressure me."

"You know what the Pavilion Master's temper is like..."

"..."

Qingfeng's pitiful little gaze was enough to make anyone sympathize with him.

Qin Jishi chuckled softly. "So you're the victim, and Mingyue was actually behind everything?"

There was hope!

Qingfeng's eyes darted rapidly. "Yes, yes, yes! Young Pavilion Master, you truly see things clearly—you've hit the nail on the head."

"It was her!"

"Hmph!"

"If it hadn't been for her this time, how could you, Young Pavilion Master, have suffered so much?"

"Hehe!"

As he spoke, Qingfeng chuckled. "Young Pavilion Master, can you let me go now?"

At those words!

Qin Jishi shrugged. "Whether I let you go or not, she decides."

With that, Qin Jishi lifted his foot and headed toward his own courtyard.

"Mingyue, you lost the bet. Remember what you promised me."

Qingfeng: "..."

What did that mean?

A bet?

His eyes flickered rapidly, as though he had realized something.

Wait!

What had the Young Pavilion Master just said? Who decided?

Could it be?

Just as a thought flashed through his mind, his heart inexplicably sank.

The next moment, Mingyue appeared at the doorway, her face flushed red. Leaning against the edge of the doorframe, she quietly watched Qingfeng, her expression caught somewhere between anger and disappointment.