His feet led him to the bustling kitchen.

"Does Master Sehun desire anything?"

"Tea."

With a nod, the man dashed into the scullery, and Luhan stood, waiting and musing. Yixing was always clever in his own way, without realizing it of course; his droning and babbling had spurred an ingenious scheme. The people Yixing served were cruel, unkind, and willing to use him in any and every way. Sehun, on the other hand, knew nothing. Luhan could guarantee an adequate living for himself so long as Sehun did not marry any of these women.

He grinned. Luhan had a plan.