Chapter Two

"...What am I supposed to say?"

"What are you supposed to say?! The secret code I wrote to you, of course! It's, it's... wait a minute, let me check..." He unfolded the paper and smoothly blurted out the matched response to the secret code, "I will naturally refuse to yield!"

"What business does your promiscuity have with me?"

"..." What, what?! The promiscuous one, shouldn't it be him?

Considering that when he had just seen the code, he felt a surge of excitement, thinking this line was marvelous, extremely apt, and dead-on... To think this customer actually had such self-awareness, a true man indeed...

Could, could it be... that he found the wrong contact person?

Teasing an Aristocratic Clan scion with lewd poems and icky songs probably wouldn't count as much of a crime, right? Taking a deep, heavy breath, Zhu Bafu greased his soles and wanted to turn and slip away, but who knew the waistband of his trousers would loosen, causing the letter tucked into his waistband to slip out from the gap and drift straight down to the ground.

The large characters on the cover made the indifferent, aloof Aristocratic Clan scion suddenly narrow his eyes and stare intently at that letter.

------Personally delivered to Li Chenjing

Stooping and bending down, the Aristocratic Clan scion picked up the letter and, without a word, shook out the letter paper inside...

"Wait... wait a minute! That's merchandise to be sold for money, you can't open it without paying! My good sir, peeking at someone else's letter without permission, how is that worthy of being called a gentleman!"

"Someone else's letter?"

"That's right! Hurry up and hand the letter back to me, or else I, Young Master Ba, won't be polite!" He made a show of crudely thrusting the folding fan in his hand into his waistband, rolling up his wide sleeves to reveal slender, fair arms, looking like he was just dying to rush forward and start a fight.

Who knew the Aristocratic Clan scion would not care in the least, glancing at him lightly and continuing to lower his gaze to read the handwriting on the paper, "Did you write this?"

"Of course! You fellow are truly lacking in manners, seeing that you're dressed in brocades and come from a prominent family, how can you be so ill-bred as to casually peek at other people's letters to satisfy your own evil, selfish desires? Don't go too far, a pretty face can't be eaten as a meal, I can beat down a flowery, jade-like face just as well!"

Ignoring his chattering, spittle-flying protests, the Aristocratic Clan scion remained completely unfazed, opening his mouth to recite the words on the letter, "Ask what the world considers love, it's all fucking garbage. Picking and choosing a flower-plucking busybody, once the candles are blown out they're all the same..."

The metres were level and oblique, neat and matched in couplets; the tone was slow and ethereal, deep and melodious.

Only... a beauty-level Aristocratic Clan scion was calmly swearing, and the scene was hilarious.

"What is the meaning of this?" The young master finished his bland recitation and raised his eyes.

His dark, deep, brilliant gaze was refracted by the crimson sunset, casting a hint of seductive charm. For a fraction of a second, Zhu Bafu suddenly felt a numb sensation as if he had been struck by a bolt of lightning from a clear sky. Before his raised fist had even dropped down, his mouth obediently opened to reply, "Just... a love letter."

"This is a love letter?" What a misanthropic love letter dissecting the truths of the mortal world.

"A-and it might be a tiny bit different from the ones you usually receive, heh... heh, because I left the house too hurriedly, uh, it seems I grabbed the wrong one..."

"You wrote a love letter to me?"

"...Huh!?"

"What makes you think you can write a love letter to me?"

"To, to you?!" Zhu Bafu widened his eyes, rubbing his own eyeballs with both hands. He saw a carved jade pendant hanging from the Aristocratic Clan scion's waist, and the green jade pendant was shockingly stamped with the three characters "Li Chenjing".

What kind of picture was this? Two men standing by the weeping willow lake, facing the scenery of the setting sun, exchanging love letters for fun? Good heavens! His great reputation as Young Master Ba, wandering through the world, romantic and dashing, a saint of the romantic arena, was going to be ruined!

That damn contact person, where on earth had he died to?! Why didn't he show up himself, causing him to hand the love letter directly to the recipient. He had neither a hobby of the Dragon-Yang passion nor any improper thoughts; he had no love for Li Chenjing, let alone lust, and the one who wanted to confess and show affection wasn't him at all!

Shaking his head and waving his hands, he eagerly wanted to extricate himself from this absurd mess, "L-Li Family young master, this scholar, this scholar... this love letter wasn't..."

"Wasn't written by you?"

"W-written by me, it is written by me, but I have no feelings for you."

"..."

"We're all men after all, how could I have that kind of feeling for you? That's an evil thought, Confucius says, evil thoughts must not be had, hahahaha! Ah hahahaha! Uh, you keep that love letter safe, this scholar will take his leave a step ahead."

"Wait a moment. Over there..."

He wanted to turn aside and slip away, but out of the corner of his eye he saw Li Chenjing reaching out to stop him. Vigilantly protecting his chest, he raised his paper fan to swat away the Li Family young master's hand, his footsteps following up by taking two big steps back. His figure swayed, and he suddenly felt a wave of unbridled cold wind blowing from beneath his feet.

Huh? The floor, where was the floor? Why couldn't his toes hook onto it? Where was this soul-stirring sense of emptiness coming from? Why did the Li Family young master's expression change? His lips curved slightly, and a faint smile drifted and emanated from his ink-painting-like delicate, deep pupils. Oh, what a beauty, he was smiling...

He... was laughing at him?

"Plop." The wretched sound of a heavy lump plunging into the lake.

"...That paving stone... was loose." The Li Family young master only then leisurely finished speaking the rest of his words.

Poisonous hands in the third month of spring! Li, whatever your name is, this young master will remember you!

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Chapter 3 Second Chapter

"Achoo, Li Chenjing, you just wait!"

"Achoo achoo, you've offended this young master, and this young master will make you pay dearly!"

"Achoo achoo achoo, the emotional entanglements between the eldest young master of the powerful imperial court chancellor and three men, four women, five dogs, and six pigs, humph! Is this title explosive enough? Within three days, this young master will make this biography spread all over the streets and alleys of the capital, I, Young Master Ba, have thousands of brilliant poems in my chest, making your name stink like an outhouse for ten thousand years! Achoo-choo-choo!"

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