Dong Huiying had a seemingly indifferent smile as she held onto Yan Xiyu’s arm.

"You seem quite impressive, don’t you?"

Yan Xiyu raised her brow, "How I discipline my own maid is none of your business."

She tried to pull her arm back, but it wouldn’t budge.

Dong Huiying chuckled softly, "Indeed it’s none of my business, but I can’t stand it."

She coldly pushed Yan Xiyu aside, then, mimicking Yan Xiyu’s earlier gesture, extended a hand, palm up.

From behind, Yixuan approached with a gentle smile, pulling out a snow-white handkerchief from his chest, delicately wiping her hand inch by inch.

Even after ensuring it was ’clean’, Yixuan maintained a faint smile, though his eyes were cold.

He casually tossed the light handkerchief to the guard behind him, "Burn it, it’s dirty."

The guard suppressed a laugh, finding the exchange between the couple quite amusing.

Yixuan’s ’dirty’ wasn’t referring to the handkerchief but was a way to insult Yan Xiyu, deliberately embarrassing her.

You have pride? We’re prouder!

You can act? We can act better!

At a glance, it was clear from Yixuan’s demeanor that Bai Qiehei held a grudge against Yan Xiyu.

Men are typically forgiving, but when they become petty, they’re more terrifying than women.

Yan Xiyu’s face darkened instantly; Yixuan’s actions weren’t just disrespectful; they were practically a slap in the face.

She squinted her eyes, looking sharp and aggressive.

Dong Huiying glanced at Yixuan and suddenly stepped sideways to block Yan Xiyu’s line of sight with her body.

"No matter how good he is, he’s not yours; better to look away."

Yan Xiyu let out a cold laugh, "You guys are quite bold."

She glanced at the surrounding guards; on her side, apart from an untrustworthy young maid, there was only a coachman. Though skilled, the opposing guards outnumbered them significantly.

She laughed briefly, then turned away coldly.

"Let’s go! It’s not far ahead anyway. A bit of hunger is nothing."

Earlier, she savored the smell of roast chicken, finding it enticing, but now, after this confrontation, even if they offered it to her, she wouldn’t touch it.

As she walked back, she paused momentarily, with a gentle demeanor, and glanced at Dong Huiying and her companions with a smile.

"Meeting is fate, so let me remind you: This Dongdi hides talented and dangerous people. You never know when... you won’t even know how you died."

Then, she boarded the carriage.

The maid named Li Luo glanced back at Dong Huiying’s side, apologized with a guilty expression, and then followed hurriedly.

After Yan Xiyu’s carriage departed, Dong Huiying raised an eyebrow.

"Interesting."

She figured there should be some background to her, but her tone was truly domineering.

You don’t even know when you’ll die?

Clearly, she harbors murderous intent towards me.

Dong Huiying’s lips curled into a peculiar smile.

"I just don’t know what exactly you plan to do with me?"

"Xiao Hui, don’t pay her any mind. Let’s go. I noticed earlier there’s a beautiful sight a hundred meters west."

Lao San Shujun came up, not appreciating Dong Huiying wasting her attention on ’unnecessary’ people. After all, they aren’t anything significant, not worth mentioning.