Jing Er Ye stood at the doorway of his eldest brother like a startled quail, uncertain whether to enter or leave.
When it came down to it, his big brother's illness was his fault.
On the way back to the residence, they encountered the courtesan parading through the streets, and he just... lingered for a few too many glances, delaying their return and getting caught in a sudden downpour.
The carriage was drenched, and both he and his big brother ended up like drowned rats.
His own martial arts-trained body could withstand it, but his big brother surely suffered.
The second lady had just returned from burning joss paper and gave her husband a fierce glare, "It's all your fault!"
Jing Er Ye sheepishly responded, "Blame me, blame me, it really is my fault."
He hadn't expected it to rain; had he known, not even the sight of the courtesan could have made him linger, not even if she were bathing!
