"Congratulations on what, exactly? Zhai Xiaofang, take a good look—I'm not even twelve yet!" Shen Tang's face went blank. She almost wanted to fling the Black-faced Gentleman from the pigsty at him, or swap the brains of the man and the pig. As she saw it, even the Black-faced Gentleman was smarter than Zhai Le right now.
Zhai Le's pupils quivered slightly, and his expression turned disapproving.
Three parts shock, three parts disappointment, three parts reproach, and one part heartache—as if he'd just discovered an utterly shameless scoundrel, one who would even admit to being useless just to shirk responsibility.
He said disappointedly, "You Li, how could you?"
Was she bullying him because he was so innocent and naive?
Though he was devoted to martial arts, military strategy, his studies, and cultivation, he wasn't some clueless child. After all, he came from a prominent family. Even if he hadn't seen certain things with his own eyes, he'd heard about them.
There were young masters who got involved with maids at twelve, only for the maids to try to use a pregnancy to climb the ranks—and then get dealt with by the mistress of the household with an iron fist.
Zhai Le stayed as far away from people like that as he could.
Rumors always said the maids had seduced them, but that was only one side of the story. Who knew what the truth was? Who knew whether the maid had deliberately seduced the young master to improve her station, or whether some lecher had used his status to force her to comply? Could a maid even fight back against the young master of the household?
Would the mistress of the household risk her son's reputation by telling the truth?
Naturally, she'd pin all the blame on the maid.
Zhai