Even if the Water Cloud Shrine really had become a den of debauchery, countless women had visited it. Selected Attendant Chen was hardly the only one from this residence. How many selected attendants in the Prince's Residence had not gone there to pray silently for a noble son?
To put it bluntly, even the princess consort had gone. Of course, she had at least eight maids and serving women attending her from start to finish, so there could not possibly have been any trouble. But that only proved everyone had been there. Why should he be the unlucky one?
Comforting himself this way, Zhou Liang did indeed feel much better, no longer quite so anxious and uneasy.
He was just about to climb down from the artificial hill when a sudden commotion broke out in the distance.
Zhou Liang's hands and feet trembled, and he nearly tumbled off the artificial hill. Hastily bracing himself with one hand, he climbed back to a high spot and looked toward the noise.
He would have been better off not looking. One glance, and he felt as though he had plunged into an ice cellar.
He saw a crowd carrying torches, forming a fiery serpent as they headed toward Selected Attendant Chen's courtyard and his own quarters!
It's over. The prince must have discovered the problem with Selected Attendant Chen-and found out that I deceived my master too.
By the time Zhou Liang scrambled and stumbled down from the artificial hill, terror had drenched him in cold sweat. He could barely stand.
It's over. It's all over!
"What am I going to do? What am I going to do?" Like a headless fly, he spun about aimlessly.
"Deceiving your master means being beaten to death! This rotten mouth of mine-how could you lie to