"Young Master, Young Master! Wang-"
"Shh! Keep your voice down. Didn't I tell you not to call me Young Master here for now?"
"Huh? If not Young Master, what should I call you?"
"...You can call me Lord Moon."
Xin Yi's eyes lit up:
"Wow! Lord Moon! What an impressive title! Is it like Wang Yang's title of Divine Envoy?"
Baoyue's gaze drifted aside, and she answered vaguely:
"More or less."
Xin Yi was both excited and admiring, her voice full of wonder:
"Amazing! I thought he was the only impressive person here! So Young-Lord Moon is just as amazing!"
That's certainly true. The two of us kept our heads in a crisis and joined forces to subdue the Yidu Tribe. From prisoners to masters of the barbarians-how could we not be amazing?
Baoyue straightened her back and said calmly:
"I suppose I did all right..."
"Don't be modest, Young Lord Moon! Even if I got captured, I might not manage to become Lord Xin or a Divine Envoy!"
Baoyue rolled her eyes. "What do you mean, 'might not'? You wouldn't have the slightest chance, all right? And what's this Young Lord Moon nonsense? It's Lord Moon-"
"Lord Moon Slave! This bowl of wine is to you! I'm a rough fellow and not much good with words, so I'll just wish Lord Moon Slave a lifetime of service at the Divine Envoy's side..."
A Tribal Chief from Cheng Stockade held up a bowl of wine in both hands and prattled on.
Xin Yi's little mouth formed an O.
Baoyue's face burned. She wanted to crawl into a crack in the ground...
With her embarrassing secret exposed again, and Wang Yang and Chen Qing Shan both rubbing her the wrong way, Baoyue was naturally miserable, completely out of step with