"Young Master, if you say so, you are dismissing my talents. I am grateful for your trust, and I will do my best to serve you in the future, but..."
As Yi Ling spoke, her tone changed, and a gloomy and desolate expression crossed her face: "In the end, I was betrayed by Qiao Qiao, and my skills were stolen. Now, Miss Jinghua from Yihong Courtyard has completely surpassed me. Even if I want to, I am powerless."
As she spoke, her eyes reddened, and tears rolled down her cheeks, portraying an utterly pitiful sight.
Xin He smiled and handed her a handkerchief: "What are you afraid of? I have never treated any of you harshly. As long as you are loyal to me, I will not abandon you easily."
Yi Ling's eyes flickered with a hint of hope: "Does Young Master mean that there is another way out for me?"