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23: Chief Aman

Qiu Xing was never informed who her young master was going to see and had been curious, but now that she knew, she was angry, but also puzzled. The person her young master was going to see was the person who had almost taken the young master's life, the Mong people's current Chief, Chief Aman.

Seeing the woman in red sitting on the throne, Qiu Xing seethed. The red clothes the woman was wearing was traditional Mong clothing, with patterns in silver thread. The woman appeared very dainty, but Qiu Xing knew how vicious she was. She was fairly young, but had the aura of an adult. She was a mixture between charming and tough, someone whose emotions could change in a flash. 

The red-clothed girl, Aman, appeared displeased as she watched the white-clothed youth leisurely sip tea before her, her regret growing. What did this person come all the way here for? To see if she was living miserably? Ever since that sword blow a year ago, she had been consumed with regret, but it was too late to regret. Her life was completely transformed. Because of that sword blow, Du Luo hatred her to the core. He no longer cared for her, indifferent when she spoke, he even wanted to kill her! It was only because of this person that Du Luo alienated her, and now...

Her expression fluctuated constantly, unable to hide her emotions. She was the kind of person whose face betrayed her every thought, unlike the expressionless person before her. During the long period of time that had passed since they had entered the room, that person's expression had never changed. 

Graceful and poised. In contrast, that servant constantly peeked. How annoying! But she did not dare to hurt her in the slightest. Her relationship with Du Luo was already terrible. She did not want Du Luo to hate her even more. Du Luo's ice cold gaze was suffocating.

"Did you come here to just drink tea?" Aman finally couldn't stand it any more.

Ye Yin set down the tea leisurely, his eyes slits. "This tea is quite nice. Is it this year's new tea?"

"You!" Aman shot up from her seat, seething with anger. "What do you want?"

Qiu Xing immediately switched to a guarding stance, hmphing. "What do you want? I won't let you a touch of strand of young master's hair."

"Enough, Xiu Qing. Enough with the pretenses. The northern territory sure is beautiful, why don't you let Ayina guide you around? There are a few things I need to discuss with Chief Aman."

"Young master!" Qiu Xing looked back at him reproachfully, but Ye Yin remained silent, his gaze resolute.

Qiu Xing bit her lip, pouting. She stamped her feet, shot a glare at Aman, and in the end, left unwillingly.

Aman sneered, "Sending off your loyal servant girl? Aren't you afraid I might attack you again?"

"You will not." Ye Yin smiled.

"How confident. Don't forget whose attack almost took your life."

Ye Yin's smile widened, completely calm as she said, "But you regret that attack."

Aman paused. "Who says I regret it? If we could do it over, I would still stab you again!" she said sternly.

Ye Yin did not say anything, only quietly watching Aman. Feeling uneasy from his piercing gaze, Aman straightened up, raising her chin. "What are you staring at me for? I don't need your sympathy." 

Ye Yin sighed quietly. "You're overthinking. Why would I pity you? Is there anything I need to be sympathetic about?"

"Good." Aman humphed. "Speak, what do you want?"

Ye Yin calmly raised his teacup to his lips and took another sip. "If I said I came to reminisce, would you believe me?"

"Reminisce? What a joke! What past history do we have together?" Aman glared at Ye Yin, her voice cold. "Stop with your nonsense. What I hate the most is when people beat around the bush. If you have something to say, say it!"