Yan Qing looked at Yun Luo and suddenly laughed.
Yun Luo was somewhat unsettled by Yan Qing's laughter. He hadn't said anything wrong, so why was the young marquis laughing? Had he unwittingly hit upon the marquis' funny bone? He looked at Yan Qing in confusion, "Young Marquis?"
Yan Qing tapped on the tabletop, "Yun Luo, to whom do you belong now?"
Yun Luo shivered, "I belong to you, Young Marquis."
"But your heart isn't with me."
Yun Luo: "..."
He grew up alongside his master, and no matter where he was, or to whom his master gave him, his loyalty naturally remained with his master.
He reminded Yan Qing, "Young Marquis, have you forgotten that you and the master are now husband and wife? From now on, you are one, so it doesn't matter to whom I belong."
What's important is that you and the master live happily together, and then we subordinates can also enjoy comfortable lives.
Yan Qing snorted, looking at him, "Don't try to obfuscate the issue."
Yun Luo: "..."