Baili Xia did not truly want to drive Leng Yu away, for the one who would suffer the most from his departure was Uncle.
To drive away such a loyal subordinate, who had been by his side for so many years, for the sake of a woman—how would his brothers respect him after that?
Since she didn't want to hide her feelings for him, wishing to follow him with single-minded devotion, she had to consider these matters for him.
But now, the first issue that needed to be addressed was the problem between Uncle and Master.
Two taciturn men, getting them to say something emotionally moving was more difficult than reaching the heavens.
Therefore, the role of mediator could only fall to her.
Mu Xiaojiu remained silent, but her gaze toward the distant night sky held a hint of complexity.
"Uncle," Baili Xia rubbed his sleeve again, her voice still gentle, "She's his sister, his only kin."
