Peony was taken aback. 'Why would she need a brush and ink right now?'
A flicker of confusion passed through Xiliu Yuan's dark, deep-set eyes, gone in an instant.
Helian Chen watched for a long moment, his attention fixed on the guard beside Ye Qianning. 'What incredible skill,' he thought, 'to be able to thrash that big bear so thoroughly.'
When he heard Ye Qianning ask for a brush and ink, he looked over, thinking the little girl had lost her mind. 'Doesn't she see what's happening? What good would a brush and ink do now?'
Dean Chen was also puzzled, but he knew his young disciple always had her reasons for doing things.
Mo Geluo took the opportunity to swallow a pill, and some color returned to his pale face. Hearing her request, he sneered, "COUGH… Little girl, are you planning to take a last-minute lesson in etiquette?"
"Don't be in such a hurry," Ye Qianning said, her voice light as she glanced at him.
Mo Geluo's eyes bulged.
