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Shen Zhongjing turned to Yun Lingchuan and said, "A gentleman's word is his bond; there’s no reason to go back on it. You can pound your chest and stomp your feet all you want! Master Yun, the deal is set at one thousand taels."
Yun Lingchuan approached with a medicine bottle in hand and remarked, "Young Master Ling, since you are always thinking about tormenting others, you should be able to endure such torment yourself. Today, you will get a taste of this exquisite flavor; I guarantee it will be unforgettable for you."
Hong Yu closed his eyes and shouted, "I'm so worried; I don't want to see him."
Qilin gently nudged Hong Yu and said, "You're still young; why not step outside for a bit?"
Hong Yu shook his head, opened his eyes, and replied, "I want to witness Young Master Ling's spirit firsthand."
He was curious about this person with a hidden obsession for tormenting others. Hong Yu wanted to know just how tough he really was and whether he could withstand their various methods.
Meanwhile, in the Eastern Pavilion, Xin Yao was enveloped in a heavy silence, as if he were suppressing some emotion.
It was rare for him to show any significant emotional fluctuations, making tonight's unusual demeanor particularly striking.
Yun Qingyu, who had been reading, noticed something was off with Xin Yao. He looked over at Xin Yao lying on the bed and asked, "Feeling down? What’s bothering you?"
Xin Yao turned onto his knees and lowered his head, saying, "Subordinate is not unhappy; Subordinate is just thinking."
Yun Qingyu then inquired, "What are you thinking about?"
With a heavy voice, Xin Yao replied, "The ten great tortures—I'm considering which one would be most suitable for Ling Jing."
Xin Yao was actually still unhappy, so much so that he pondered in his heart how to serve Ling Jing in a way that would make him wish he were dead.
Yun Qingyu thought to himself that he had taken half an hour off tonight to go to the Ling Family to fetch something, but it seemed he returned in less than half an hour and hadn’t shown him what he had brought back.
Calmly, Yun Qingyu looked at Xin Yao and asked, “What did you find at the Ling Family tonight?”
Xin Yao shook his head and replied, “I don’t want to say.”
Yet in his heart, he thought: If I were to speak of Ling Jing’s filthy and vile thoughts, it would only dirty my master’s ears.
Hearing Xin Yao's unspoken thoughts, Yun Qingyu could probably guess a bit and said, “If you don’t want to say, then don’t. Those people will treat Ling Jing well enough; you don’t need to pay too much attention to him. Besides, the Ling Family doesn’t have much time left; there are many things to do. No need to bother with a dying pest.”
Xin Yao lowered his head and said, “I don’t care.”
But deep down, he wanted to tear Ling Jing into pieces bit by bit.
Yun Qingyu seemed to ponder for a moment before speaking again, “I’ve noticed that you seem to be shivering less these past few nights.”
Upon hearing this, Xin Yao’s nerves tightened. He lowered his head in silence, struggling internally: Is my master going to dismiss me? He wanted to say that he was still a little cold; perhaps that would allow him to continue staying on his master’s bed. But lying made him uneasy.
Finally, with a flushed face, Xin Yao whispered, “I don’t remember much about what happens after I fall asleep, but I don’t feel hot under the blanket.”
Yun Qingyu quietly stared at Xin Yao. He could hear all of Xin Yao's inner thoughts clearly. After a moment, he nodded and said, “In that case, let’s keep the blanket on.”
Xin Yao felt a slight sense of relief upon hearing those words.
Yun Qingyu looked at him, suddenly intrigued, and asked Xin Yao, "Do you know what it means for a man to sleep in This Palace's bed?"
Upon hearing this, Xin Yao raised his head, his heart sinking as he thought: The master still wants to send me away.
He spoke softly, "Subordinate Yue Ju will go to the hidden Pavilion to accept punishment first thing tomorrow morning."
Hearing this, Yun Qingyu's lips curled into a smile at Xin Yao's thoughts. He reached out and lifted Xin Yao's chin, locking eyes with him as he said, "There are five attendants in This Palace's courtyard who have yet to have the opportunity to sleep in This Palace's bed. Such behavior, if it were in the harem, would be called serving the night."
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