The Lord of Mencho, Part II

Wu Jian was too shocked to speak for a moment. His hand went up to his mask, fingers caressing the cool surface. It was an instinctive reaction to the words this man spoke--and he was definitely a man. Of that Wu Jian had no doubts anymore. His voice was too deep to be a woman’s.

“Unfortunately, My Lord, my honor has been stained, and I made a promise to myself to not remove this mask until I have restored my honor,” Wu Jian said. Bringing his hand away from his mask, he performed a standard martial bow.

Rather than being put out, Mun Han appeared quite intrigued. He summoned a fan, snapped it open, and fanned himself, all the while smiling in delight.

“Oh, my. Oh my oh my. You are quite the honorable young man, aren’t you? Very well. I shan't impinge on one’s honor. Now then, allow me to introduce myself.”