Ah Jiu returned smoothly to the guesthouse where Yuan Ye was waiting. Upon seeing him, Yuan Ye let out a long sigh of relief. He had heard the commotion outside and had been worried about whether the two would be able to return in time. If not, how he would respond was something that needed to be prepared in advance.
"Master, is the young lady...?" Yuan Ye looked behind him but did not see Wufu.
"She managed to extricate herself on the women's side," Ah Jiu said with a calm face, meanwhile quickly stripping off the guards' clothes and putting on the wine-soaked brocade garments.
Just as he managed to put them on, before he could fully button up, someone burst in.
An eerie gleam flashed across Ah Jiu's eyes, too quick to be caught.
It was the steward of the prince's mansion, accompanied by five or six guards, who entered the room and saw Ah Jiu in the middle of changing, frowning slightly.
"This is..."
