Gu Fei's mind raced.
'This young master might seem domineering, but he must have a good heart. Otherwise, he wouldn't have lent me Silver back then, and he wouldn't have helped my father and me when we were being beaten at the entrance of the Imperial Music Bureau.'
'After all, some nobles, like the Marchioness, wouldn't even deign to give poor people like us a glance, as if just looking at us would dirty their eyes.'
'Besides, a man who can afford to wear Kesi silk must have an extraordinary status. He could have easily captured me in secret and forced me to hand over the spear. But he didn't. Instead, he's sitting here negotiating with me.'
'That means he's not the type to just take things by force.'
Gu Fei's eyes darted about. She pulled out a handkerchief, covered her face, and started sobbing. "If you want my life, Young Master, then take it! Even in death, I will not betray the promise I made to my master."
'Damn it, what do I do if I can't squeeze out any tears?'
