"Shh! Keep your voice down!"
"Er, Young Master Zheng, please don't mind Qing Shisan for being nosy. But dare I ask, this 'building a dungeon'... was it Master Zheng's order, or your idea?"
Just then, Zizi and a few others, their faces wan and filled with hidden sorrow, passed through the courtyard corridor, heading for the east wing as if to pay their respects to the young master. Zheng Xiu quickly clamped a hand over Qing Shisan's big mouth. "It was my father's idea! He's wanted to do this for a long time!"
Qing Shisan's gaze drifted to the corridor. Seeing the flock of women, understanding dawned in his eyes. He took a sharp breath, his brow furrowing. "It's a brilliant idea! But I'm afraid you won't be able to keep it a secret!"
"Just say we're building a wine cellar. As for whether it's a cellar or a dungeon, Heaven knows, Earth knows, you know, and my father knows. Who else would dare to spread rumors?"
"Brilliant, Young Master!"
