Moon Wheel City, Rouge Pavilion.
The two guards serving Dai Tianyue were downstairs, talking with the Rouge Pavilion's madam.
"Young Master Dai will probably be spending the next few days in Mianmian's boudoir. Would you gentlemen like a room to rest in?" the madam asked the Soul Emperor guards.
"We appreciate your kindness, but we have our duties. We can only wait here until Young Master Dai comes downstairs," Wang Han and Ma Wei said in unison after exchanging a glance.
Neither of them suspected anything. Their master had done this sort of thing plenty of times; it was as routine as a daily meal.
The last time had been just seven days ago, when their master had spent two whole days in the bedroom of Moon Wheel City's city lord's wife.
"Oh my, you gentlemen are working far too hard, dining on wind and drinking dew, exposed to the sun and wind. If word got out, wouldn't people say the Rouge Pavilion neglected its guests? How about something to eat to warm yourselves up?" the madam continued coaxing.
Wang Han and Ma Wei remained unmoved, impervious to persuasion of any kind.
"Then how about I have someone put up a tent for you? You could take turns resting."
At that, their perpetually wooden expressions finally changed. They refused food because they feared the Rouge Pavilion might drug it. If they fell for such a trick, they could only slit their bellies to atone.
A tent to shade them from the sun, however, would do no harm. Who would choose exposure to the wind and sun over resting in the shade? Soul Masters were human too.
Wang Han spoke first. "Then thank you, Madam."
The madam agreed with a beaming smile. "Of course. I'll have it arranged right away."
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