"You're busy," Shen Yuan repeats in disbelief. "You're—" how dare he. Busy?? As if he knows anything about this place, or the people here, or how to not make a fucking ass out of himself in front of everyone. Just because he happens to have a reasonably handsome face and absolutely no moral backbone he thinks he can slink around Shen Yuan's carefully balanced and complex acquaintanceship with Claudius and into his bed and potentially tell him—who the fuck knows what, just when they were maybe on okay terms again?? Busy. Yeah, we'll fucking see. Two can play at that game.

He crosses his arms, turning to Claudius. "Has my charming friend told you he's the reason Binghe tortured you?" he demands. "That he's the one who so thoroughly beat the ability to assume good faith out of a bright and shining youth, that it's his Machiavellian fucking cash grab porn that Luo Binghe had just so narrowly escaped when you had your fateful tryst?"