The guard had sharp ears and said worriedly, "Eunuch Li, this commotion doesn't sound right. It seems to be coming from the washroom. What if Your Majesty has slipped and fallen?"
The beaming smile on Li Yuzong's face instantly froze.
This speculation made him hesitate, and the smile vanished from his lips.
'Should I risk dereliction of duty and continue to feign ignorance,' he wondered, 'or should I risk ruining Your Majesty's fun...'
Lost in thought, Li Yuzong tilted his head and pressed his ear against the tent wall, his old face grave.
The guard was practically tearing his hair out with anxiety. He asked in a hushed voice, "Eunuch Li, what is it? Should we go in and take a look?"
Li Yuzong listened for a long moment, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deepening. He gave a light cough, clutched his horsetail whisk in both hands, and straightened his back.
He feigned a serious tone. "Go on, go on. Don't go poking your nose into Your Majesty's business!"
