Not long after Yin Qingqing delivered the Token, the three leaders of the Brotherhood learned of the matter. They discussed it privately, thinking something was amiss. That night, while Zheng Xiu was soaking in the Poison Lady's Special Brew in the dungeon, Qing Shisan snuck over to share his thoughts.
Qing Shisan stood before Zheng Xiu, hesitating to speak.
He took slow drags from his pipe, the smoke swirling around him.
In the wooden tub, Zheng Xiu opened his eyes, and the two men met each other's gaze in silence for a moment. Zheng Xiu spoke suddenly. "You know, to this day, I still don't know your story from before you renamed yourself 'Qing Shisan'."
Qing Shisan gave a raspy chuckle. "If you never asked, Prince, I figured you weren't interested."
Zheng Xiu said, "I still remember you, covered in blood, lying at my doorstep."
Qing Shisan grinned, revealing a set of yellowed teeth. "Back then, you were just a lonely little young master yourself."
