Chapter 798: Chapter 480 This…No…It’s not what I use! (Part 2)
The young Confucian Scholar’s lips twitched.
Well, if you want to tacitly ignore this as if nothing happened, that’s fine. But continuing to argue stubbornly is pointless. It makes it seem as if it’s my fault, as if I shouldn’t be saying these things in front of you, as if you’re afraid of sullying your ears…
Zhao Rong thought for a moment, then turned and said earnestly:
“I have several doubts.”
“The Empress Dowager, with her body worth its weight in gold, has every aspect of her life managed by palace attendants with strict supervision. This old Beauty Couch should also be unavoidably inspected by the inner palace maidens, since it’s a place the Empress Dowager frequently lies. How could it be that after the inspection, this hidden compartment was overlooked?”
Dugu Chanyi was left speechless.
Zhao Rong continued to blink and said, “Besides, the location of this Beauty Couch… quite convenient, isn’t it?”
He turned his head to glance at the mist-engulfed bath, his expression growing more peculiar.
And you still say it’s not yours?
Apparently, never having encountered a man who seriously discussed such matters with her like Zhao Rong, Dugu Chanyi was momentarily lost for words, her chest heaving dramatically. A slender finger pointed at him, her face showing an incredulous expression:
“You speak nonsense… As a Confucian Scholar, how can you be so shameless!”
Zhao Rong raised an eyebrow, “Where am I talking nonsense? Before calling me shameless, don’t change the subject. Answer the question first.”
“How would I know! How would I know if they… if they missed this spot? These servants are all useless trash; they can’t manage even a simple task!”
Zhao Rong covered his mouth and coughed, “Actually, I think they are quite considerate, intentionally overlooking this hidden compartment.”
The breathtakingly beautiful widow on the floor was stunned, frowning, “What do you mean, you mean to say…”
Zhao Rong nodded, his tone slightly emotional, “That’s right, it’s better if the Empress Dowager doesn’t blame them. Cough, after all, being a subordinate is sometimes tough, they have to guess at their superior’s intentions.”
“What guessing at my thoughts? It’s not mine; why would they guess at my thoughts?”