Ni Yuanshan knew the child had bad intentions, but he didn't take it seriously.
Because this was his home, the west courtyard was surrounded by traps, and only he had the key to the gate. Once someone went in, they shouldn't think about coming out again.
The child must have wanted to go in to rescue someone. Tsk tsk, not very old, looking about ten, yet quite bold.
Ni Yuanshan had received an earful from Murong Man, and this sinister energy was just right to vent on this child.
As he walked, he sinisterly chuckled and took off the cumbersome festive robe he was wearing.
"You, stop right there for your young master! What's your name, announce it!"
The child obediently stopped under the porch, looking terrified.
Ni Yuanshan's smile deepened, eager to remove the excess clothes from his body.
"Come here, don't worry, I am very compassionate towards beauty."
"Why are you taking off your clothes?"
The child asked curiously, tilting his head.
