Jin'er stepped forward, pulled out a clean handkerchief from her sleeve, and gently wiped the corners of her eyes while lowering her voice to soothe her:
"Young Master, don't cry. The Master is… he's doing this to temper us. Think about it, even though he didn't send you a voice transmission, he did tell the Eldest Young Master and me to take good care of you. Isn't that just his roundabout way of doting on you?"
"R-really?" Qing Jun sniffed, her big eyes watery as she looked at Jin'er, half in doubt.
"Of course it's true."
Zhiwei also gathered her thoughts and stepped forward. Dressed in white, she exuded a cold, peerless swordswoman's bearing.
"Father is only angry because you usually speak without restraint. If you truly want him to look at you with new eyes, then perform well in this grand ceremony. Once you do, he'll naturally cool down."
