Qin Wenhao nodded grimly, they couldn't afford to offend Mu Yunchen.
A tense silence settled, broken only by the faint cough of the sleeping elder in the side room.
The Old Master's voice cut through like a blade. "Don't pick a fight you can't win. MingZhu, you will keep your mouth shut and your claws hidden. One more scandal, and I'll marry you off to the west branch where no one remembers your name."
MingZhu's lips trembled with restrained rage but she bowed stiffly, her voice low and venomous: "Yes, Father."
Chenxi exhaled shakily. He caught Zhilin's eye, and they exchanged a silent understanding; they couldn't afford to offend Zhou Yuxi.
— — — — —
Su Feng was done doing a small patrol around the place.
Inside the wardroom, the soft beep of the monitoring machines blended with the gentle sound of Zhou Yuxi's breathing.
