Yujia, sensing that the moment was ripe, stepped forward, her expression a careful mix of concern and disappointment. "Xinqiao," she began, her voice low and sympathetic, "I… I have to admit, I was quite startled by Xuan's reaction as well. I truly thought he would handle things differently."
She paused, then continued, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "To be honest," she said, glancing around as if checking for eavesdroppers (though Wang Jian had already ensured their privacy), "I'm starting to wonder if we… perhaps made a mistake in choosing him." 'Honestly,' she thought with a completely straight face, 'the only mistake I made was not meeting Master Wang Jian sooner. Now that's a man.' She felt no guilt whatsoever about betraying Feng Xuan. Serving her "dear master" with her voluptuous body was her greatest pleasure.
