Yun Qing could not help shuddering. Swallowing his indignation, he offered an ingratiating smile. "Of course not. Rest assured and go into seclusion, Brother Huang. I will take care of every little matter for you, hahaha."
No sound came from deep within the hall for a long while, and Yun Qing silently breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at the scrolls and jade slips piled almost higher than a person, then at the door to the quiet chamber where Yun Huang had disappeared, and finally down at his own hands, which should have been picking vermilion fruits and soaking in a spirit spring...
Yun Qing tilted his head back at a forty-five-degree angle and gazed silently at the heavens.
So, after enduring a thousand hardships to "escape" into Perching Phoenix Hall, he had walked straight into the net and ended up handling these maddeningly tedious clan affairs?!
Chief eldest young master? A future pillar of the clan?
Bah! He was clearly unpaid labor for an unscrupulous Immortal Emperor boss!
Yun Qing felt all those warm impressions he had previously held of Brother Huang-his "awkward tenderness," his "indulgent protection," and the rest-shatter with a crack and scatter across the floor.
Still, shattered or not, the work had to be done. Did he dare disobey Yun Huang's orders? Never mind throwing down his tools and quitting; even if he delayed things a little, who knew whether this formidable fellow would seek him out for another "sparring match" after emerging from seclusion?
Yun Qing took a deep breath, resigned himself to his fate, and sat down behind the desk. It felt slightly cool to the touch, though the chair was quite comfortable.
He picked up the topmost scroll. It concerned friction between three cities in the Northern Border and the neighboring Red