"Your Majesty, say 'Master' for me."
Jiang Qingyi looked at Xiao Mo calmly.
"I'm older than Your Majesty, and I've studied the Sword Way longer, too. Now that I'm teaching Your Majesty the Sword Way, surely you can call me 'Master' at least once?"
Looking into the eyes of the woman before him, her face veiled by a thin gauze, Xiao Mo was speechless for a moment.
But after thinking it over, Xiao Mo decided it wouldn't do him any harm. If he could grow closer to her, that would be a good thing.
"Master?"
Xiao Mo's voice drifted through the Dao Seeking Altar, but it sounded like a question, even a tentative one.
When the word "Master" reached Jiang Qingyi's ears, her eyes fluttered slightly, and she stood rooted to the spot like a statue.
A strange feeling quietly spread through the woman's heart.
"Forget it! Don't call me that!" Jiang Qingyi turned around, her small hands clutching her sleeves tightly so he wouldn't see her wavering gaze. "I was only joking with Your Majesty. You don't have to take it seriously. I'll come find you at the Dao Seeking Altar tomorrow."
With that, Jiang Qingyi leaped into the air, flew over the courtyard wall, and vanished from Xiao Mo's sight.
"That woman really has a strange personality. And she looked like she was enjoying it just now."
Xiao Mo shook his head and continued practicing his sword.
Although he suspected that the Imperial Preceptor might have some strange proclivities,
the Imperial Preceptor seemed to have a decent personality, and her emotions were steady. She probably wouldn't cause any trouble in the days ahead. That was good enough.
"Master."
"He called me Master."
After leaving the Dao Seeking Altar, Jiang Qingyi hurried through the imperial palace, Xiao Mo's two