Qian Chang Xin, as a personal taijian, had watched wang ye give more and more of his heart to wang fei. He himself had become more and more respectful of wang fei, afraid of offending wang fei and causing wang ye to be discontent. Hearing wang ye’s words, he gave a confirmation.
“Nubi greets wang ye.” A low and soft voice came from behind him. Qian Chang Xin turned around to look. It was a low-ranking yahuan with dark yellow skin and wearing coarse clothes. He instantly frowned. Who was this low-ranking yahuan who didn’t know protocol and came inside to try to meet with wang ye? The other yahuan, when they saw their superiors, the servants carefully avoided them, who would specially come over?