After seeing off Changping, Wufu returned to where Ah Jiu was, who was discussing the Northwestern trade with Master Gui.
"Has the person been sent off?" Ah Jiu handed his tea to him.
Wufu naturally took it, sipped, and said, "Since he's back, it wouldn't be right not to send a message to the Prince's Mansion; her mother has been ill for days!"
Master Gui watched their interaction, natural and seamless, his eyes flickered, then lowered his gaze, a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, though it was unclear if it was a bitter smile or something else.
"Big Brother Han, that girl asked me to thank you on her behalf." Wufu gave him a bow, "I also thank you."
Master Gui feigned sadness and said, "I knew it, the bond between us cannot match that girl's; seeing you treat me so distantly makes it clear."
Wufu smiled and said, "It's not about being distant, it's just that nothing should be taken for granted!"
