“Lately, I have been… receiving attention and… and certain types of… shall we say, propositions… from women of the court.”
Bai Ruyi slowly blinked. From the younger man’s entire demeanor and from how tense his hold on his hands had become, he managed to pick up how uncomfortable Qing Xue was talking about this.
But he continued, “It began with secret notes and letters and such, containing cryptic messages or—cough—suggestive poems pointing to their senders’ exact intentions. I threw away every single one. I never spent even a minute deciphering what the cryptic messages could mean, though I imagine they were instructions as to how to meet the senders in secret.
“…I think, perhaps, they eventually assumed I was too dumb to understand the sophisticated words they used, and that was the o
