Yuchi felt a bit anxious; he hadn't expected so many people in the State Capital to mind other people's business. What's the deal with my relationship with Qin Miaoyu and Qin Lanyu being your concern? It's one thing to gossip behind our backs, but putting up a public notice is something else entirely.
Did anyone ask for my opinion, Yuchi's, on this?
Though quite frustrated, the problem likely isn't too severe. Who actually pays attention to noticeboards? Only the ones putting up notices think they serve any purpose—no one really reads them.
It's the kind of thing people pretend not to want others to see, like a diary, but secretly feel thrilled if someone steals a glance.
So even if I've been broadcasted, the issue shouldn't be significant. Yuchi figured he'd remain carefully safe.
"That scoundrel still hasn't been nabbed, huh?"
"Yeah, who knows where that rascal took Qin Lanyu and Qin Miaoyu."
"Who knows, but that knave had better keep his cool."
