Princess Qi said coolly, "Miss Gu, to be frank, my son Yu'er is practicing a certain martial art and must abstain from the company of women until he is twenty."
"Although, for now, you two have yet to—"
Before she could finish, Gu Fei lifted her head, her face flushed red, and declared word by word, "I, Gu Fei, swear that I feel nothing but gratitude for the Young Master Heir's kindness. I harbor no improper thoughts toward him whatsoever. If I ever develop any untoward feelings for the Young Master Heir, then may sores fester on my head and pus ooze from my feet, and may I die a miserable death!"
Princess Qi froze. She could tell how sincere Gu Fei's oath was; it was so earnest it made her very core tremble.
'It was clear the girl was telling the truth.'
Princess Qi clutched her forehead. 'Did I do something wrong today? If Yu'er is truly interested in this girl, after an oath like that, she would rather die than set foot in this mansion.'
