The sun shone brightly outside the tent, but a rain seemed to pour down over Shen Hua's heart.
Luckily, Cui Yun left after dropping a few words.
Yet, the girl remained in her prior motion, unable to snap back to reality for a long while.
After Cui Yun left the tent, he stood at a place, his eyes churning with emotion.
"My lord." Ying Yi appeared.
Cui Yun slowly lifted his unfocused gaze.
Ying Yi's respect remained unchanged.
"Speak."
"Last night, Heir Xie went to the Third Prince's tent and stayed for quite half an incense stick's time."
But since Xie Xun practices martial arts and is vigilant, Ying Yi, who was at a distance, ultimately couldn't hear any sound from inside clearly.
Xie Xun again?
Cui Yun narrowed his eyes.
However, since Xie Xun is acquainted with Ji Teng, his visit could stand on solid ground.
But this morning, Cui Yun went to Ji Teng's place again and confirmed without a doubt it was a fake pulse.
