After slipping out of the tea house unnoticed, Shen Yu walked down the bustling streets of the eastern district, a low chuckle vibrating in his chest.
Over the next few hours, he navigated the city's hidden network to inspect his other covert logistical locations.
The environment in every single stronghold was exactly the same, disciplined, highly efficient, and absolutely brimming with determination.
His credit system was performing flawlessly.
By the time he concluded his rounds and returned to the Cao Clan estate, the midday sun was high in the sky.
He quietly slipped back into his private guest pavilion and found the luxurious bedroom completely empty.
Shuying was already gone, undoubtedly having dragged her sore, thoroughly claimed body back to her own quarters to clean up and maintain appearances before her husband returned from the treasury.
