Liang Wan's brow tightened. She had a feeling there was a hidden meaning to his words.
The Grandmaster gave a helpless smile and sighed. "We should still request a formal title for her. She can't remain a concubine forever."
Liang Wan's brow twitched. She stared intently at a piece on the chessboard, a dreadful chill seeping into her limbs.
'This is fine as it is,' she wanted to say. 'I don't care about the title at all.'
The refusal was on the tip of her tongue.
But she had to force herself to hold back. There were many things the Grandmaster could not be allowed to know.
The room suddenly fell quiet.
Liang Wan's mind was a chaotic mess.
'Once I become the official wife, I won't be able to just up and leave.'
Not wanting to appear so stiff, Liang Wan abruptly stood up. "The tea has gone cold. I'll go get some more."
But before she could take a step, Lu Xiu's hand shot out, grabbing her wrist and pulling her back.
