Chapter 731: Do Your Best (4)_1
"What a waste." The man clad in a black cloak, his face concealed by a dark hood, spoke coldly, his voice somewhat hoarse, evidently altered.
"Young Master, please calm your anger. It was really..." Yang Baiyue’s teeth were chattering, but he had no choice but to grovel even lower, "It really was...unavoidable..." He paused for a moment, "For so many years, those two old men from the Dong Family have never let down their guard against me. Although on the surface, it seemed like they valued me greatly, they only had me circling around the periphery. They wouldn’t divulge a bit of their core dyeing techniques..."
The Dong Family had once been Imperial Merchants; it was because of their silk dyeing technology—a family heritage—that no one could match the bright and fade-resistant colors they produced from their dyed silk.
"Stand up." The shadow did not continue to rage but instead showed mercy by calming his anger.
After Yang Baiyue kowtowed his thanks rapidly, he wrapped himself in a blanket before finally feeling a bit better.
"I came today to remind you to recover from your injuries as soon as possible." The shadow lifted his head slightly, but it still did not allow anyone to see his face, "The Dong Family’s dyeing technology is not a matter of urgency, but for now..."
"At Young Master’s command." Yang Baiyue quickly knelt on the bed, "I will give it my all."
"Five years ago, you missed the imperial examination because an injury from falling into the water. If I hadn’t saved you, there would have been only two possibilities for you: either you would have truly died, or you would have gone back to living a life where every penny had to be stretched..." The shadow seemed to laugh a bit, "Where would you be enjoying days as comfortable as these?"
"I understand, I have always been grateful for the Young Master’s kindness..." Yang Baiyue pressed his forehead to the bed, "As long as Young Master orders, I will do everything in my power..."
However, the shadow suddenly lifted a hand that was also clad in black gloves.
Yang Baiyue, without raising his head, seemed to sense the other’s impatience and hurriedly closed his mouth.
"Do you know who made that very popular Divine Sauce nowadays?" The shadow took a step forward.