QingWu saw through it and smiled. "Don't worry, my Hong Rui and Lü Qiao will stay behind. They won't let your young master come to any harm."
The old butler's smile was more strained than a grimace.
"Your Grace, what are you saying? I the old servant would never mean such a thing."
What he was really thinking was—those two girls were her people. How could they possibly side with their young master?
"I have proper business to discuss with Her Grace. Uncle Chen, you may leave without worry," Xie Ziyuan spoke up, putting the old butler somewhat at ease.
Once everyone else had withdrawn, and Hong Rui and Lü Qiao waited outside the flower hall, QingWu got straight to the point.
"That masked man last night was after for your heart, wasn't he?"