「Two hours later.」
Feng Bei and the [Evil Child] stood in the East Wing Courtyard.
Feng Bei deliberately kept a distance of several feet from "Zheng Shan's child," his eyes closed as he waited quietly.
On the wall, Qing Shisan squatted without a care for his image, puffing away on a long-stemmed pipe without a word.
Nearby, Ji Hong'ou rubbed her sore knee. Her smooth, delicate skin was scraped and raw. She complained under her breath. 'If I'd known this would happen, I wouldn't have tried to be fashionable and worn this new high-slit skirt from Zheng's Cloth Shop. The slit is plenty high, but other than making the fall hurt more, it's completely useless.'
In the awkward silence, Qing Shisan couldn't take it anymore and let out a few whistles.
The whistle, translated into words, meant: 'Why would the Young Master trust Ye Weiyang so much? And that Feng Bei?'
Ji Hong'ou stifled a laugh and whistled back: 'You're still calling him Young Master?'
