Li Changzhou returned to his room where a servant girl named Xiaoling prepared water for him to wash up.
He glanced around and noticed that the room's plumbing actually supplied both hot and cold water, a luxury even greater than in his own childhood days—when he used to "boil" himself in a pot for a bath without the use of running water, let alone a choice between hot and cold.
"Young Master, I heard you encountered an assassin today?" Xiaoling couldn't hold back her curiosity and asked.
"Just some petty thieves," Li Changzhou replied as he rolled up his sleeves, preparing to wash his face.
"Petty thieves? What's the difference between them and assassins?"
"Petty thieves are like you, and assassins are like my older brother, understand?" Li Changzhou said as he dipped his hands into the basin to wash his face.
Xiaoling tilted her head, thought for a moment, then shook it: "Don't understand."
