Lü Yan froze. "Miss Lan Yu, what do you mean?"
"I know all your little schemes. Master is not someone you can lay your hands on. Whether in status or looks, you aren't worthy of him in any respect, so you'd best watch yourself."
Lan Yu spoke coldly.
Lü Yan's expression soured at her words. "I naturally know how noble Young Master Chu's status is, but is it wrong to like someone? I only treat him well because I like him."
"I don't understand why you insist on thinking I have ulterior motives, Miss Lan Yu. I know you like Young Master Chu too, but does your liking him mean no one else is allowed to?"
Lü Yan's voice rang out firmly, as though she were fighting for love.
But at her words, Lan Yu's gaze grew colder, and a layer of frost gradually covered her face. "Shut up. Stop disgusting me!"
"First, Master is the Qingyun Dynasty's Imperial Son-in-Law. Everyone knows that. You call what you're doing treating him well? You shamelessly seduce a married man, yet still have the gall to spout such words."
"Second, you like Master? Then what about Linghu Teng?"
At the mention of Linghu Teng, Lü Yan's face paled.
"I heard Linghu Teng came to the Greenwater Sword Sect with his uncle, and within a few days, you'd gotten together with him. What impressive tricks. Now that Linghu Teng is gone, you've set your sights on Master, haven't you?"
"What do you take Master for?!"
"A tool to help you climb higher? You bitch!"
This was also what Lan Yu found most intolerable.
She revered Chu Kuangren like a god. How could she stand by and watch others use and sully him in the name of affection?!
"You-you dare insult me!" Lü Yan's face