"Enter."
The Red King was a man of few words.
Qing Shisan straightened his clothes and calmly entered. As soon as he stepped inside, he saw his master holding a familiar book and froze. "Ah, Master, you read this too?"
Zheng Xiu and Qing Shisan stared at each other. "You too?"
Qing Shisan silently pulled the same book from his robes.
Zheng Xiu sighed deeply. "You've changed."
Qing Shisan smiled sheepishly. "Not really. It's just that Ji Hong'ou likes to read it, so I bought a copy to see what it's about."
It seemed the Great Scholar's writing was extremely popular among the circle of lonely, high-society wives, having carved out a niche of its own.
Zheng Xiu calmly closed the book and slid it under a mountain-like stack of heavy scrolls. After a moment of silence, he said nonchalantly, "Feng Bei bought it."
Qing Shisan's face showed his understanding. "So that's how it is." Then, he gave a thumbs-up in admiration. "Master is truly considerate."
