They went to look for Sima Zhi Yuan, and all they saw was a person with a bitter expression.
"Just what is going on with you guys?" Sima You Yue looked at them, puzzled, "Did something happen within the clan?"
"Sigh." Sima Zhi Yuan sighed, but he still didn't speak.
"Alright, since you guys are acting this way, it must mean that it's not a big deal. Just tell me, just what has gotten you guys so frustrated?" Sima You Yue sat on an empty seat below and her anxious heart calmed down.
"How do you know that nothing's wrong?" Sima Zhi Yuan glared at her, "Don't you see that your Great Grandfather's hair is almost all white?"
"Wasn't your hair always white?" Sima You Yue glanced at him, her eyes filled with helplessness.
"..." Sima Zhi Yuan glared at her, "You heartless lass. I almost worried myself to death because of you but you're still talking about me like this."
