Lian Zhou immediately replied, "Yes, sir!"
Fan Chengzhuo looked like he wanted to say something but held his tongue, ultimately giving up in frustration.
Shen Yanchuan seemed to have no interest in staying either and turned to leave.
...
Outside the gates of the Ministry of Justice.
A carriage was parked quietly at the mouth of the alley.
Ye Chutang handed the black cloak back to Shen Yanchuan.
Shen Yanchuan raised his eyebrows and smiled.
"Thank you."
Xiao Wu, sitting in the carriage, tilted her head, lost in thought.
'The Young Master looks so happy! That cloak must be really important to him! It was a good thing we came!'
Ye Chutang shook her head, her words a double entendre. "The Princely Heir has shown me such deep affection. A small favor like this is nothing."
Shen Yanchuan's gaze fell upon her face, studying it closely.
There had been too many prying eyes earlier, and he hadn't had a chance to ask.
"That gift... did you like it?"
