“It’s fine,” Wei Ying pulls a face. He’s a little bit impressed despite himself at how solid this captive is, even now. Tired, drunk, but still not moving an inch. “You’re so bossy for a prisoner.”

He tightens his grip on the leash a little more, still to no avail.

Giving up suddenly, he drops the leash and walks out of the room, taking the flute with him and heading for a particular guest bedroom he has in mind. He expects his prisoner to follow rather than roaming through the palace, but if his gamble is wrong he’ll just come up with another plan.