Xiangping's words were very much to Yao Zhenbei's liking. She swayed back and forth on the swing, letting out occasional coquettish giggles, and said with a playful pout, "Hee hee, Brother Yao is mine, of course. Good Ping'er, Fatty Niu is unreliable, so you must help me keep a closer eye on Brother Yao and report everything he does back to me..."
Xiangping's flattering smile froze, and she looked troubled. "Miss, the guards at the Yao Divine Palace are extremely strict, and the Young Master's cultivation level is also very high. I'm afraid I..." *The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.*
She was undoubtedly clever to have won Yao Zhenbei's heavy trust, but more importantly, she knew her own limitations. No matter how much favor the Miss currently enjoyed from the Mistress, at the end of the day, the Yan clan's future decisions would ultimately rest with the Young Master. Those petty schemes and little tricks of hers might work against others, but they would never fly with the Young Master, who played by his own rules. One careless move and she would lose her life. Besides, the Miss's scheming was by no means shallower than her own; when the Miss had gone to such elaborate lengths to drug him last time, it still hadn't worked. Xiangping did not believe she possessed that kind of capability.
Chapter 42