"He wouldn't dare!"
Leng Yiyu instinctively wanted to curse.
A bastard born of a servant, and one still unsure whether he's the son of his father or not, wanted to give her attitude? How audacious.
"Mother, you think too highly of him. Who knows whether he can secure the Young Sect Master's position or not? Father is still young. It's quite possible for him to father another ten or eight children. As for him? He should just stay wherever it's cool and out of the way," she said, pouting her lips.
She hadn't considered at all that upon hearing these words, her mother's face would show such a splendid array of colors.
Sect Master Leng was indeed still young, and fathering ten or eight children was no issue, but she wasn't, was she? Her beauty had long faded, and Sect Master Leng didn't even show her a good expression anymore.
Having Sect Master Leng father a few more sons would be no different from Leng Nichen; none would be her own offspring.
