Song Xian walked all the way back to the city, bypassing the government office and heading straight to the small courtyard.
After serving Song Xian and helping him freshen up, Chang An gently closed the door.
"What's wrong with the master? Is he feeling unwell somewhere?" The staff came to ask, as it was unusual for the master to retire so early for bed.
Chang An glared at them: "Go to the government office and inform them to leave those matters for tomorrow."
The staff was still peering towards the room, looking like they had words left unsaid.
"What?" Chang An frowned, "The master has been busy for so many days; can't he take a break?"
"Yes, he can." That person dared not say anything else and scurried away.
Chang An stayed guard at the door, listening to the quiet inside. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He had been by the master's side, watching him busy every day, always fearing he would overwork himself.
