After tying the person up with Du Yuwei's belt and tossing them on the ground, He Wenyu felt a wave of bewilderment, wondering if his intelligence had taken a hit.
Why would someone he saw at the banquet try to climb Du Yuwei's bed? Anyone attending an event like this should have more straightforward means, right?
The most baffling part was this person's attire didn't suggest they'd do something as scandalous as climbing in through a window with ill intent towards Du Yuwei.
Because he had been hit hard, this person had already fainted, so there was no need for He Wenyu to gag him.
Du Yuwei's head maid, Liu Ye, was steadfastly guarding the door, occasionally asking if He Wenyu needed anything.
As Du Yuwei's main maid, she was naturally aware of He Wenyu's status. She was tense but felt proud that she could watch over her mistress's room.
She had no suspicion of He Wenyu, nor did she believe a noble cultivator would harm her mistress.
