He was angry.
A servant flinched, realizing he had made a mistake in his speech. Before he could make amends, Lu Yebai threw a teacup at him, "Get out!"
"Yes, yes, yes!"
The servant, startled, hurriedly retreated, leaving Lu Yebai alone in the hall.
The young master of their household had become increasingly unpredictable.
He used to be able to gauge his moods, but now they could not tell what he was thinking.
Lu Yebai sat alone on the couch, irritated by the simple remark made by the servant earlier.
It felt like someone had pricked a lie, that uncomfortable fever of shame and anger raging in him.
Only he knew that the reason he had not gone back to his room to sleep was not because of Yun Qiyan's illness, but another woman.
The words that Lu Qingchuan had just said were echoing in his ears.
