Wanyan Chongjie jolted in alarm and hurriedly grabbed her clothes to cover her chest. Song Qingshu patted her hand reassuringly. "Don't worry. It's just someone delivering food."
He had long heard someone approaching the room. He had remained unfazed because he recognized the visitor as the young servant from earlier.
"Young Master, your late-night meal is ready," the servant said ingratiatingly.
"I know. Leave it outside for now," Song Qingshu replied. With Wanyan Chongjie in the room and still improperly dressed, he could hardly let the servant come in.
The servant happily carried a plate of delicacies over, originally thinking the young master might reward him if he was pleased. Who would have thought the other man would not even let him through the door?
"Oh, then I'll leave it at the door." After setting it down, the servant could only leave with a mournful expression. Once outside the garden, he muttered under his breath, "The young master has really changed today. Usually, he stretches out his hand for clothes and opens his mouth for food. When would he ever fetch something himself...?"
"What did you say?" A deep voice suddenly sounded beside his ear.
The servant turned around and saw Jia Sidao standing not far away, frowning at him. He was terrified out of his wits. "M-Master..." He thought he was finished. The young master was the master's precious darling; if he heard him gossiping behind the young master's back, he would be lucky not to lose a layer of skin.
"What did you say happened to the young master?" Jia Sidao asked.
The servant's legs gave out, and he immediately threw himself to the ground, kowtowing frantically. "I spoke out of turn! I'll never dare again..."
"Shut up!" Jia Sidao barked. "What did you say about fetching something