Inside the hot spring pool of Marquis Xingqing's Mansion, Marquis Xingqing Ji Tao, who was frolicking with several beauties draped in light gauze, looked with displeasure at the stooped chief steward of the Inner Residence by the poolside.
"Damn slave, ruining this marquis's mood. If you can't give me a good reason, I'll flay your skin!"
As soon as these words were uttered, the chief steward of the Inner Residence immediately knelt down on the ground, touching his head to the floor, daring not to look at the hot spring pool, and cautiously said in a careful voice, "It's nothing too major, just that Zhao Zhong has taken quite a lot with the marquis's token, and I thought perhaps I should inform the marquis?"
"What, is this marquis's token useless in the mansion?"
A light remark from Marquis Xingqing made the chief steward tremblingly respond that he dared not.
