At Yun Yun's words, Ya Fei's expression turned utterly grim. The atmosphere instantly grew delicate, and Hun Changqing came over to the two women, whose swords were already drawn in all but name.
The corner of Hun Changqing's eye twitched sharply. This was the sort of situation that gave him the worst headache. It was not that he feared Ya Fei learning about these affairs; it was simply too much trouble. Besides, everything had happened so suddenly that he had not even finished inventing his excuses.
While Hun Changqing racked his brains for plausible excuses to placate Ya Fei, she instead calmed down upon seeing him and Hai Bodong approach. She had merely lost her reason for a moment earlier. Now that she had come to her senses, she naturally would not lose her composure like that again.
Doing so would not only set the entire Imperial Capital talking about the Mittel Family and make them look down on her, who could now be considered its representative, but also create a stark contrast with Yun Yun's composure, openly placing her a head beneath this woman. Clever as she was, Ya Fei would never allow that. She reined in her hostile expression, put on her usual smile, and greeted Hai Bodong.
"Greetings, Ancestor."
Hai Bodong merely gave an awkward smile at her greeting, waved a hand, and turned his head away. At his age, he had no desire to get mixed up in something like this. Even Hun Changqing, an expert at letting things slide, found this situation a headache; naturally, Hai Bodong felt his head swelling to twice its size as well. Fortunately, it was not his problem. He would leave Hun Changqing to worry about it himself.
"Changqing."
After giving Hai Bodong a perfunctory bow, Ya Fei had no