The moment Su Hong saw Li Yan and Zhao Min sitting there in silence, she immediately understood. She waved to the side.
"Mi'er, go outside for now."
"Miss..."
Reluctance immediately appeared on Mi'er's face. Whenever her mistress had something on her mind, she had always told Mi'er about it. Other than when speaking with the clan chief, she rarely sent Mi'er away.
"Enough, just go outside. Some things are not good for you to hear. If you are not careful, someone might silence you without you even knowing why. Just stand guard at the door!"
As she said this, she cast a sidelong glance at Li Yan, and Li Yan immediately felt that something was wrong.
Sure enough, Mi'er's little face tightened as she shot Li Yan a fierce glare before stomping indignantly toward the door.
Mi'er endlessly grumbled about Li Yan in her heart. In her eyes, it was precisely Li Yan's punchable face that had made her mistress reach such a decision.
At the same time, she was deeply astonished. Other than the clan chief and a few trusted stewards, when had her mistress ever been alone with any other man?
In truth, this was hardly being alone—Zhao Min was sitting beside them as well. But in Mi'er's mind, any beautiful woman was someone equal to her mistress, so she automatically ignored Zhao Min's existence.
She even felt that being able to share a room with two such beauties meant Li Yan ought to kneel before the Buddha every day, burn incense, and chant scriptures.
After the door closed once more, Su Hong set down her teacup.
"Can the two of you now clear up the doubts in this little woman's heart?"
Li Yan still did not speak immediately. He swept his gaze around the room.
"Fellow Daoist