You Hun was useless after all. He would have to rely on himself.
With that thought, Fei Zhong forced himself to calm down and left the tent.
"Do you think His Majesty is someone you can see whenever you please?!"
"Who do you think you are, one of his consorts? You think you can slip into his tent to warm his bed whenever you like?"
Fei Zhong raised his voice, sounding perfectly justified.
You Hun chimed in, borrowing the tiger's might like a fox: "Exactly! Exactly!"
Wen Zhong: ?
He slowly drew out his Golden Whip.
Fei Zhong and You Hun shuddered. This was the old Grand Tutor!
"Hehehe, hahaha!!!"
The two clung to each other, blocking the tent entrance. "Grand Tutor, this is Chaoge's new Chinese Opera!"
"Hasn't everyone gotten tired of Yang Jian and the Heartless Vegetable? We were just thinking of asking His Majesty to come up with another new piece..."
"Yes, yes, yes!"
You Hun nodded like he was pounding garlic. "Grand Tutor, shall I sing a passage for you?"
Seeing that the two were about to start another fuss, dancing and singing to block the entrance, Wen Zhong could not be bothered to argue. He simply opened the eye between his brows and released several inches of white light.
Fei Zhong and You Hun saw a dark shadow thumping away inside their own chests.
"Your hearts are black!"
Smack, smack! One lash left both of them dazed. They clutched each other's backsides and collapsed to the ground.
"Your Majesty, your old servant is coming in!"
He lifted the tent flap. It was completely empty inside.
A straw dummy lay on the bed, not even covered with a blanket. There had been no attempt to conceal it whatsoever.
Wen Zhong left the tent without betraying anything.