"Even if you have nothing to do, don't always go to that place like the Yihong Brothel," the Emperor said coldly. "Don't forget, you are working for me now, you must be mindful of your status."
The Yihong Brothel was a place teeming with all sorts of people from all trades, the Emperor was worried something might happen to Zhao Yin, which would leave him without a leverage against the War Prince.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have made the exception to let a grown man like Zhao Yin live in the Imperial Palace.
"I am really bored inside the palace,"
Zhao Yin trembled with fear. Originally, he spent his days in his courtyard studying Insect People, and the days passed by quickly. However, the Insect People were stolen overnight, leaving him suddenly idle, restless, and feeling extremely empty and lonely. Thus, he thought of going to the Yihong Brothel to numb himself; only in this way, he felt a bit relieved.
"Isn't it just women? I'll grant you some then."
