To Make a Man Disappear

Making his way through the ducts, Hong Zhao made slight pit stops along the way to hear the comings and goings of the servants. As he listened, he was able to tell where they had come from, as well as who they were in charge of serving.

"Young master Wei Ye has been rather quiet tonight, don't you think?" One servant said below Hong Zhao to her co worker.

"Usually around this time, he is trying to call one of us into his room for entertainment." The other said with a hint of disgust. "Let us hope he has drunk too much wine tonight." She giggled slightly at the prospect of the young lord falling asleep on the floor or at his desk. "Anything will do to keep his filthy hands off of me for one night."

"Be careful not to say things too loud." The other warned. "We don't want Master Wei Rong to hear us talking of his favorite son. You know how defensive he gets with him."