Speaking of Old Master Gu, Zi Xia started worrying again. Her hands were moving nimbly as she helped Xuexue arrange her hairbun, while she asked, "Young Miss, we offended Old Master Gu last time—will he hold a grudge?"
Back in the Imperial Palace, Old Master Gu had stormed off in a fury, looking utterly unwilling to let it go. This matter probably wasn't over yet.
Xuexue nodded. "He probably will."
"Won't it be really dangerous when you go out from now on?"
"What can I do? I can't just stop going out because I'm scared."
"And that Aunt Yu too—her own conduct is lousy, she started by verbally attacking people, and you only gave her a bit of a lesson, yet she went running off to complain like you were the evildoer. One look at that kind of woman and you can tell she's a vixen spirit."
At the end, Zi Xia leaned in toward Xuexue mysteriously. "Young Miss, have you heard?"
Xuexue was baffled by the question. She lifted her head to look at Zi Xia. "Heard what?"
