Nangong Yi got up, stepping out from between the couches. His chest was jade-like and gleaming, his waist narrow and legs long, his skin as beautiful as a painting. The new and old scars covering his body didn’t detract from his handsomeness, but instead added a few points of masculine, dominating aura to him.
Even as men themselves, having been with him day in and day out, Chai Feng and Zhu Yue were still shocked by their Master’s outstanding presence, awe lingering in their eyes.
The moment their Master turned around, both men almost jumped, like they had been struck by lightning. They couldn’t maintain the calm expected of a dead man!
Why were there strips of yellow on their Master’s jade-like back? It wasn’t a big issue that the yellow stripes appeared, but why did those yellow strips form a character—
Chai Feng started to speak, then held his tongue, his expressions varied and colorful.
Nangong Yi sat steadily in the bath, looking up at the two oddly-faced guards, sensing something was wrong.
Chai Feng didn’t know how to explain the situation and was at a loss for words.
Nangong Yi instinctively reached back, touching the longest scar there. The scar was deep and long, caused by a diagonal cut. The wound was grotesque and terrifying, but someone had stitched it up. That person insisted on applying medicine to it every day, and it was almost healed!
Chai Feng finally all spoke out; then lowered his head, staring at his feet, not daring to check his Master’s expression.
There was a word on his back?
Who dared to etch a word on his back?
There was indeed someone who would dare!
The man gnashed his teeth.
No wonder she willingly applied medicine for him, thinking she had been coerced and had no choice. Every time seeing her enduring little face, he would feel slightly guilty, but it turned out the Girl was waiting for him here!
His voice could no longer maintain calmness; he could be sure that the word on his back wasn’t something nice.
Chai Feng went out and quickly returned, both hands holding a mirror, one each for him and Zhu Yue.
The two guards stepped forward, holding up mirrors, standing before and behind him by the edge of the tub, their faces doing their best to maintain calmness.
The man’s handsome face cracked as he lifted his gaze through the steam to the mirror ahead.
The slanting large word crossed over his scars, brazenly occupying half his back. That nearly identical to his skin shade of yellow stood out particularly sharply against his jade-like skin!
Nangong Yi was taken aback in the bath, feeling a surge of an impulse to strangle her personally. He seemed to see her triumphant and crafty smirk, like the first time she fled from his side, sticking her tongue out, placing her hands by her ears, waving...
"Go, find out where she is."
The man looked away, squeezing out a few words between his teeth, unable to directly look at the word on the mirror.
"Master, should we bring her back?"
The man ominously said: "Once we find her, I’ll personally pay her a visit!"
And that person, who was about to be visited, was now, unbeknownst to her, staying in Xuji’s tailor shop, waiting patiently as her younger sister explored embroidery techniques, killing time by admiring the beautiful clothes in the shop during the intervals.
She was idly looking around when she suddenly heard the shop assistant’s obsequious voice: "Oh! Third Young Lady, you’ve arrived!"