Cry For Help

Ye Qing didn't immediately go and see the two girls. Instead, he unclasped his high-bun hairstyle, allowing his black hair to flow back down. Then, he got up from beside the pond and went upstairs to take a quick shower, rinsing away the accumulated sweat and ejected filth from the pores of his skin. 

By the time he was adequately dressed, Zi Rumeng was already a nerve-wracked mess, pacing around the guest room impatiently. 

"Where is he?" she huddled her fists together as she eyed a servant. "Didn't you say he's coming? We've been waiting for 15 minutes already!" 

The servant could only bow his head and reply apologetically, "Young Master Ye was in the midst of meditating, and his image wasn't quite presentable for guests, so he went to bathe and get himself in a suitable condition for meeting you, Miss Zi Rumeng."