Then, the maid spoke again.
"That male concubine named Ji Yu comes from a brothel.
Such a person, being with the Marquis every day, might cause the Marquis to adopt undesirable habits."
Having said this, Ke Yu’s expression tightened.
Immediately after, the maid continued.
"Young master Ke Yu, it’s not about asking you to flatter, but to guide the Marquis on the righteous path.
If that Ji Yu came from a good family like you, it would be fine.
But with his kind of status, if it’s known outside that the Young Master is captivated by a brothel male official,
it would disgrace the Marquis Mansion."
This maid’s words were indeed powerful.
Each sentence seemed, somehow, quite reasonable.
Clearly, Ke Yu’s conflicted expression gradually smoothed out, evidently persuaded.
Then, the maid instructed.
"Young master, the Young Master is about to return, please turn around."
Ke Yu bowed his head, recalling the scene where Su Yan leaned down to kiss Ji Yu that day.
His cheeks began to redden.
He turned around, gripping the teacup tightly.
Then, the maid heard noises coming from outside the courtyard.
The maid descended from the pavilion and walked toward the entrance.
The person entering was Su Yan.
The maid hurriedly greeted.
"Marquis, the young master is waiting for you in the pavilion."
Su Yan instinctively glanced toward the pavilion.
She saw someone in white, back turned, seemingly looking at something.
Out of habit, Su Yan got used to finding Ji Yu waiting for her in the pavilion each time she returned.
Without much thought, she headed there.
She walked up to the pavilion, picking up the snacks on the table, puzzled.
"What are you looking at?"
As she spoke, her gaze moved from the snacks to ’Ji Yu.’
However, upon closer inspection, Su Yan paused with the cake shop treat halfway to her mouth.
Her body halted.
Even from just the silhouette, she realized.
This person was not Ji Yu.
She blinked, glancing around.
Ke Yu turned around, his face still flushed.
"Nothing, I’m not looking at anything."
Having said that, Ke Yu offered the teacup in his hand.
"Marquis, please have some tea."
Su Yan did not respond, nor did she take it.
Even the snack in her hand was returned to the plate on the table.
She asked.
"Where is Ji Yu?"
Ke Yu was a bit nervous, stumbling out a reply.
"I don’t know."
Su Yan glanced at him, bowing her head and taking out a piece of Strawberry Milk Candy from her pocket.
She hadn’t had this for a long time.
It was particularly rare in this plane.
Thinking this, she peeled the candy’s wrapper and popped the soft white candy into her mouth.
A burst of strawberry milk flavor filled her mouth.
Since Mr. Su was recovering well, he practiced a few bouts with Su Yan today.
She still had sweat drying on her forehead.
Ke Yu took out a clean white handkerchief from his chest.
He handed it over.
"Marquis, you’ve exerted yourself, please wipe off."
Su Yan looked at Ke Yu and shook her head.
"No need."
As soon as she finished speaking, Ke Yu froze.
From the moment he turned around, the Marquis seemed like a different person.
Didn’t eat anything, didn’t want anything.
It was completely different from how she looked before.
Was there something wrong somewhere?
Just as he thought this, sounds came from the courtyard entrance.
Ji Yu came walking in.
Holding Qin Zhai’s snacks in his hand.
With sweat beading on his forehead, he stood there in the same white attire.
His gaze fell on the two people in the pavilion.
Su Yan stood there, seemingly talking to someone.
Ji Yu’s dark eyes fixated on that spot.
Unmoving.