Shang and Yue were arguing with one another in their quarters.

“Oh shut it Yue! What the hell do you think I’m feeling right now? You think I don’t feel bad about it?”

Shang dismissively waved his hand at Yue.

“Shang…”

Yue began to slowly shake her head, clearly overwrought with disappointment.

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“This matter quite literally regards your life… I can’t imagine you seriously being this stupid! What, do you want to get your head ripped off? Where is the Shang that I know and love!? Did he keel over and die? Did he run away from everything, too proud to look himself in the mirror!?”

Yue continued shaking her head. Shang looked over to her with a contemptuous expression, but quickly turned away.

They stood in silence for what felt to be many hours, though only a few minutes had passed.

By this time, Shang had calmed himself. He sighed and looked back at Yue apologetically.

“Okay Yue… I'm sorry... I’ll go and kowtow five hundred times to the young master and call him my grandfather.”