Qingcheng heard the black-clothed man suddenly mention Zhan Lan, and she lowered her eyes and said, "I don't know much about her, but she is a woman worthy of respect. Bingyan lost to her, and she accepted it wholeheartedly."
The black-clothed man smiled, his eyes gradually turning cold, "You're not telling the truth. You've loved Mu Yan for so many years; how could you easily forgive someone who took Mu Yan away."
Qingcheng nodded, "Master, if it were before they got married, Bingyan would certainly be jealous, angry enough to go mad. But during the last assassination, she saved me and spared me. I think Zhan Lan's magnanimity is unlike any ordinary woman. Since then, I've somewhat admired her."
The coldness in the black-clothed man's eyes gradually spread, and with a loud crack, he angrily slapped the table, "This is the reason you defied the master's order!"
Qingcheng did not retort nor refute.