Threads of the Fox's Silent Pact

"B-B-brothel?" He Zhang felt that he had to have misheard the Young Master. Did the boy even know what a brothel was? How could he, living such a sheltered life inside the Minister of Right's Golden Nine-Tails Sect?

"En." The smile on Li Zhengyu's face made He Zhang even more worried. "You may leave first; I know how to dress myself."

"...Yes." He Zhang reluctantly left the outer garden entrance to the rear courtyard. The Young Master appeared different from before. The way he looked at He Zhang in such a calculative manner, like even if He Zhang hid himself, those dark eyes would be able to see him. Li Zhengyu walked away to the small building inside the courtyard, his hands in his hair and gently wringing it out. The song the boy hummed was not like any He Zhang had heard before.

He definitely would seek out the Minister of Rights when he returned from Court.