And this, perhaps, is the shortsightedness of peasant uprisings often talked about in history.
At this moment, Han He hurried to stop Yu Mei Zi and said, "Uncle Master, please reconsider! Chen Jiusi is a righteous ally who has aided our Holy Sect. How can we treat him with violence or report his deceit to the court? Wouldn't that make us in the Holy Sect look ungrateful?"
"Shut up, Han He! How dare you, a junior, shout at your elder like this? And even criticize your senior—have you no respect for hierarchy?"
Hearing this, Han He furrowed her brows and found herself at a loss for words.
True, Yu Mei Zi may seem like just another maid for Han Miaozhen, but while Han Miaozhen didn't have many maids, she did have many disciples—over two hundred, even some that she couldn't clearly recall.
But Yu Mei Zi was always beside Han Miaozhen.
Therefore, even someone like Han He had to respectfully address her as "Uncle Master."
"Uncle Master, I…"