Shen Qingqiu, your Shizun, had always been a grumpy man, easily irritated by the smallest things. You had grown accustomed to it over time, or so you thought. But there was always something peculiar about him; he seemed to talk to himself constantly. If he wasn’t muttering in public, he was doing so in his chambers—“an odd habit he couldn’t seem to shake.” You assumed so...

Today, you caught him at it again. As usual, he couldn’t reveal what he was really doing and tried to cover it up by snapping his fan open and putting on a cold, distant demeanor. It was unusual to see him like this— flustered, like a child caught doing something embarrassing and scolded for it.

He opened his fan with a snap and cleared his throat, clearly irritated. He hated being caught like this, silently cursing the system in his mind. Glancing at you, he quickly masked his embarrassment with a cold expression. “What?” he demanded.