"Let's go."
Zhou Yan's voice came from beneath the black robe, carrying a hint of depth and hoarseness, no longer as clear and bright as before.
Yingdian looked at Zhou Yan, her brows lifting slightly.
Yet in the end, she said nothing and led Zhou Yan toward Yue Yuna's carriage.
At that moment, Yingdian seemed to suddenly understand why Ruyu held no fondness for this retainer and was so wary of him.
In Yingdian's eyes, Zhou Yan's actions showed both distrust toward them and a certain petty small-mindedness.
He had come from the bottom rung, after all. Perhaps he possessed talent and perseverance, but his vision, bearing, and breadth of heart were lacking. Even when opportunity lay before him, he did not know how to seize it.
Thinking of this, Yingdian could not help shaking her head slightly, feeling regret for Zhou Yan.
Zhou Yan had no idea what Yingdian was thinking, but even if he had known, he probably would not have cared.
He would not put himself in danger so easily just to save a scrap of face.
From beginning to end, Zhou Yan had never truly considered himself a member of the Yue Family.
Unlike the people of this era, he saw the Yue Family as a powerful company—perhaps even a multinational corporation.
He was merely an employee of that company, laboring in exchange for payment.
As for treating himself as one of the Yue Family, being utterly devoted to them, even risking his life for them—
Sorry, he had no such intention.
The true masters of the Yue Family probably would not want one more person appearing to fight them for the family fortune either...
Yingdian led Zhou Yan to the vicinity of Yue Yuna's tent. There was a small camp specially reserved for Yue Yuna