Chu Zhiyuan smiled and nodded, his feet never stopping, and he returned to his small courtyard in one breath.
Fu Zheng was pacing back and forth in the courtyard, and hurriedly came up when he heard footsteps.
"Your Highness?" Fu Zheng stared at Chu Zhiyuan's face in amazement, looking at him in a daze.
His eyes were deep and bright. Caught off guard, Fu Zheng's mind was drawn in.
Chu Zhiyuan coughed lightly.
Fu Zheng immediately snapped back to his senses, saying awkwardly, "Your Highness, you...?"
"I have gained something," Chu Zhiyuan nodded.
...
After sending Chu Zhiyuan away, Li Yuzhen returned to the house.
Li Miaotan was already lying quietly on the couch wrapped in a brocade, her bright eyes blazing.
Li Yuchun was examining the disordered room.
"Yuzhen."
"Your Highness," Li Yuzhen leaned forward.
"Take this to him, he might still need it."
Li Miaotan pointed to the black iron box nearby. It was closed now, and inside was the golden silk.
