Feng Zhiwei struggled out of the half collapsed wash closet by the wall outside the back window. She was not at all prepared for Gu Nanyi's sudden decision to smash the latrine open, but despite her mussed clothes she had somehow avoided any bricks. Gu Nanyi reached in and grabbed her, giving Feng Zhiwei no time to speak and react as she hastily arranged her trousers. Just as Gu Nanyi was turning to leave, Ning Yi's window slid open.
Feng Zhiwei turned her head. Ning Yi held a woman in his embrace, both their clothes ajar, his hand firm on the woman's naked shoulder, her face plastered against his exposed chest.
Feng Zhiwei looked at his smile as he gestured lazily, the confident quirk to his lips the same seductive smile she had once seen when they had met in the brothel. He called out: "Minister Wei, this Prince's new concubine is very talented, and this Prince is now fatigued. Since you are here, come in and help us prepare water for washing up."