Su Sikong was left dumbfounded.
He certainly knew how high the standards his own Yue'er held. To suggest that Yue'er would be attracted to the Eighth Master and intentionally seduce him?
He wouldn't believe it even if he were to be killed!
But in the face of the current situation, what was he to do?
He hurriedly twisted the muscles on his face into a smile, uglier than crying: "Eighth Master, Eighth Master, could there have been some misunderstanding? My daughter Yue'er would absolutely not do such a thing. I believe..."
"What? Are you suggesting that I, the Eighth Master, am lying?!"
The Eighth Master's face was filled with wild arrogance: "I can't swallow this insult. Let me be blunt, Su Yue'er, you must marry me, regardless. If not, your official's hat won't be yours for much longer! Hmph!"
He let out an angry snort and swept away.
The secret guards glared at Su Sikong, following behind and heading towards the exit.
How could Su Sikong let them leave just like that?