Ge Wenyao, Director of the Imperial College, panicked a little. He hurriedly got up from the floor and struggled against the hemp ropes binding him.
Unfortunately, the ropes were tied far too tightly. The longer he struggled, the tighter they became. Only with the Duke of Cheng'en's help did he finally get free.
Once the ropes came off, a garment landed on him.
Seeing that the Duke of Cheng'en, Zheng Yi, had tossed it over, Ge Wenyao hurriedly gave him a grateful look before throwing it on haphazardly.
Hua Shanyue almost laughed with anger. Even now, they hadn't forgotten to exchange meaningful looks.
[The Director's got nerves of steel. This is some juicy drama.]
The gossip squad all nodded in agreement.
The Director of the Imperial College had a frail, scholarly build and a square, respectable face. Without clothes, he looked like a traitorous collaborator; dressed, he looked rather learned.
Truly, he could go from salty to... salty.
Ge Wenyao slowly straightened his clothes, then looked at Hua Shanyue. "Wife, what brings you here?"
There was even a hint of shameless reproach in his voice.
Hua Shanyue hooked a chair over with her toe and sat down with brazen confidence. "Husband, if you can come here, why can't I?!"
As she spoke, she lifted her eyelids and shot the Duke of Cheng'en a sidelong look.
"With you two carrying on like this... surely you owe me an explanation!"
Ge Wenyao gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot as he glared fiercely at Hua Shanyue. "An explanation? What explanation?! Since when does a man owe a woman an explanation?"
[Holy crap, this man has no shame. He's even turning around and blaming the victim.]
Teng: Ptooey! His hide's thicker than the skin on Grandmother's feet!
Wang Defa: How did someone like this