Ye Qinghong's thoughts were tangled like hemp. For a moment, he had no idea what to do and simply stood blankly on the treetop, letting the moonlight spill over him.
Could it be...
His master was in love with this woman?
But how could that be possible?
His master was clearly impotent and ordinarily loathed women more than anything. Over these years, all five of them had known that perfectly well.
Someone who was impotent and had been repressed for so long was bound to develop a twisted personality.
And that was the true reason his master was so brutal.
But if it was not love, how could his woman-hating master have shown a smile like that?
How could he possibly have held a secret rendezvous beneath the moon?
For a moment, Ye Qinghong recalled the sight of that woman Huang Fuling nestled in his master's arms during a massage, the vanished rouge, the fallen face powder, and the scorching skin and ragged breathing when his master held him...
He had not taken any of these things to heart before, but now they all surged into his mind like a flood.
When something was amiss, there had to be something sinister behind it. Once or twice could count as an accident, but so many strange things had happened by now.
He could not help being suspicious.
A thought he had once considered rather absurd suddenly surfaced in his mind.
Could it be...
His master had recovered?
He was no longer impotent as he had been before?
Then did that not mean...
He really could become their master's wife and make his junior sisters let go of their hatred?
Ye Qinghong's eyes lit up. Enormous delight flooded his heart, even making him forget the woman from a moment ago.
He bit