Man Yue didn't respond.
Chuzheng ground her teeth, opened the door, and went out. Liu Quchen was still standing outside holding that vase.
"Take off your clothes."
"Huh?"
Liu Quchen jumped in fright. What was that supposed to mean?
"He gets mad when he sees anything blue." Chuzheng said, "If you want to ask him questions, take your clothes off."
Liu Quchen: "..."
Fortunately, only Liu Quchen's outer robe was blue today. Inside he was wearing a pale-moon–colored inner garment, so taking it off wasn't a problem.
Sure enough, after he took off his clothes and went in, the young man merely swept him a lukewarm glance, showing no sign of anger.
Liu Quchen tried asking Man Yue about what happened back then.
The youth had no reaction at all. No flashbacks from mentioning that time, no anger or resentment of any sort.
Liu Quchen asked several questions and didn't get a single answer.
"I told you, he won't talk." Chuzheng made a "please" gesture. "Master Liu, this way, please."
