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On that day, Yun Qingyu lifted Xin Yao's chin and asked what reward he desired.
Xin Yao looked at his master, who was so close, and after a moment of silence said, "I would like to play chess with you."
Yun Qingyu recalled the previous time he had taught Xin Yao to play chess, during which he had endured countless defeats. His expression faltered as he replied, "Your chess skills are truly abysmal."
However, Xin Yao genuinely enjoyed the feeling of being alone with his master. Realizing his own lack of talent, he lowered his head in shame and said, "I will definitely study hard."
Upon hearing this, Yun Qingyu thought for a moment and said, "Your talent for chess is really lacking. I will teach you something else."
Xin Yao blushed and looked up at Yun Qingyu with excitement, boldly asking, "What will you teach me?" In his heart, he fervently thought, "As long as it's taught by my master, I am willing to learn anything."
At that moment, Jing Lan came in to interrupt Yun Qingyu just as he was about to speak. Jing Lan said, "Master should have his meal. Although important matters take precedence, you still need to pay attention to rest. Your eating and sleeping schedule should be regular; otherwise, it won't be good for your health."
He thought to himself: The master is only fifteen years old; he can't stay up late too often. It's worth risking my life to remind him.
Yun Qingyu nodded slightly but did not say anything.
He didn't mind such words that were genuinely concerned for him—whether from family or servants—as long as they weren't overly presumptuous.
Jing Lan understood the boundaries and didn't dare to nag too much. After setting the meal properly, he quickly withdrew.
Meanwhile, Xin Yao had already decided to compete for favor with several attendants from the back courtyard.
That night, Xin Yao made Yun Qingyu suspect that he was trying to charm him. With a wave of his hand, Xin Yao obediently sat beside him to share the meal.
After a moment of silence, Yun Qingyu suddenly instructed Xin Yao, "There's no need for This Palace to handle tomorrow's matters personally. The Imperial Guard will report everything that happens in the barracks to the Emperor. Those who should be arrested will be arrested, and those who should be imprisoned will be imprisoned. Tomorrow, I plan to sleep until noon."
Upon hearing this, Xin Yao hesitated and remained silent.
Yun Qingyu glanced at him but said nothing more, focusing on his meal. After finishing, he moved to the inner chamber and ordered Xin Yao to wash up while he casually flipped through the Military Strategy Book while lounging on the soft couch.
Time passed quickly; for many, tonight would be a sleepless night, and the reckoning would begin early tomorrow morning. The court was likely to erupt in chaos once again.
Yun Qingyu thought to himself that he should have Lu Jun close the gates of Princess Manor tomorrow to prevent anyone from disturbing them.
A quarter of an hour later, Xin Yao emerged from washing up and said, "My lord can retire for the night now."
Tonight, Xin Yao wore a white inner robe, still carrying a hint of steam from his bath. Under the dim light, his already striking face appeared even more handsome and ethereal.
Yun Qingyu turned his head at the sound and quietly watched for a while before casually raising an eyebrow and saying, "Are you trying to use your beauty to charm This Palace?"
Xin Yao skillfully climbed into bed and declared, "Subordinate is a Shadow Guard, not a pretty boy."
Then he suddenly remembered something, his face turning as red as an apple. Changing his tone, he said, "If my lord wants Subordinate to be an Attendant, Subordinate is willing."
Hearing this from Xin Yao, Yun Qingyu immediately set down the Military Strategy Book and lay down, saying, "Competing for favor with those in the back courtyard? It's late; let's sleep."
Xin Yao still had many words to say, but his master was already asleep. He muttered to himself in his heart, "As for vying for affection, those few in the back courtyard shouldn't be able to compete with me."
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