Chapter 8

The next morning, Shao Xiaoling rose early but, having tossed and turned through the night, bore dark circles beneath his eyes.

He was angry.

After a whole day of aching back and sore waist, he lay down yet couldn’t fall asleep—all because of that unsightly Lord of Moonlight City.

Getting up and washing, he sat glumly in the governor’s sedan chair. Something poked his waist; reaching down, he found it was the precious pear-scented incense he had been forced to buy for Mu Guanghan yesterday, forgotten in the carriage.

He frowned in disdain.

Shao Xiaoling recalled his reckless youth, when he had a romance with the chief courtesan of the Heavenly Fragrance Pavilion, a woman of stunning beauty and sharp wit, who daily toyed with him through coquettish teasing and playful cat-and-mouse games. Though he knew he was the one caught on her hook, he still felt pleased deep inside.

But such charming tactics only worked with a courtesan of rare beauty!

No matter how he pondered, he could not fathom how the Lord of Moonlight City dared to act so boldly.

Last night, beneath the red lanterns of the governor’s mansion, that man had grabbed his sleeve to stop him, yet spoke only earnestly of official matters.

“The matter concerning General Lu must be taken seriously by both of us. Time is of the essence—I intend to visit him first thing tomorrow morning. If you are free, it would be best for you to come along.”

Shao Xiaoling was silent.

“The Marquis of Luo Prefecture must provide unwavering support behind my back.”

“Guanghan has come with genuine sincerity regarding Luo Prefecture’s affairs and hopes that you, young lord, will see me as an ally, and trust me completely—”

“Even if there are things you dislike in daily dealings, at critical moments we must stand side by side, rely on each other, and trust each other as comrades and brothers.”

“Can you promise me this, young lord, so that we may settle the matter between us?”

“If you agree, please swear an oath.”

Shao Xiaoling was speechless.

An oath, fine, but they were no children. Who would swear by linking pinkies like that Lord of Moonlight City?

Besides, he was the young lord; it should be that man supporting him wholeheartedly!

Yet, despite all his inward grumbling, in the dark of night before the governor’s mansion, Shao Xiaoling reluctantly linked pinkies with him.

Clearly, that man only wanted an excuse to hook fingers, right?

Not only did he link them, but secretly gave him two gentle sucks. Then he simply sent him off to the carriage. No insistence on staying, no invitation even for a cup of tea inside the mansion!

Shao Xiaoling spent the entire night fuming, feeling belittled, burying his anger in his pillow.

Only a woman of extraordinary beauty could smile and tease him, worthy of playing these cat-and-mouse games.

This ugly brute—how dare he?

Did he really think his little talents could attract someone like him? Shao Xiaoling’s heart darkened with a hint of malice. He hoped the man would gain some self-awareness and realize no one could truly like him.

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