She replied instinctively, "No offense taken, none at all..."
What could be more offensive than falling directly into someone else’s bathtub?
Elder Guiyuan: "Plenty. For instance, falling into a room where four people are in the middle of a 'sweet' session."
Jiang Qingyu: "...That is indeed more offensive."
Outside Qingyan Tower.
Elder Guiyuan wrinkled his nose at the scent of powder in the air. He was extremely repulsed; he didn't want to return to this place that made his stomach churn. But distaste aside, the little girl had charged in, and he had to go after her. After all, this was hardly a reputable establishment.
"Why is the young lady inquiring about the Imperial Palace?" Wenyu held a warm teacup, pausing to ask with an inscrutable expression.
Jiang Qingyu laughed it off. "Just out of curiosity!"
Wenyu’s smile was ambiguous. "And what of last night, then?"
"Could it be that you accidentally fell from the roof?"
Jiang Qingyu: "Ah, yes! Precisely! Just a little slip, just a slip..."
Wenyu let out a soft laugh, his every gesture possessing a captivating, soul-snaring charm.
Jiang Qingyu hurriedly took a sip of tea to steady her nerves. She hadn’t expected to find such a refined soul in an era where men were universally affected and pretentious; it was rather alarming.
Wenyu drank his tea, choosing not to expose the mystery of Jiang Qingyu’s background. Qingyan Tower was three stories high; he didn't believe for a moment that a young lady would climb to the top without …
Chapter 228