Dachun was somewhat confused by his young master's words. But Zeng Anmin had already reached the door, so he quickly followed.
"Shen Jun pays his respects to the Left Chief Clerk."
Outside the door, Shen Jun stood in a white robe. His thick brows were lowered submissively, and his gaze toward Zeng Anmin was filled with respect.
"There is no need for such formalities. Do you still remember what I told you when we met yesterday?"
"I have come precisely because of those words."
"Good. Get ready to leave."
As Zeng Anmin was speaking with Shen Jun, a burly man approached from outside the door. Upon seeing Zeng Anmin, the man's expression also turned respectful as he asked, "Young Master Zeng, where is the horse?"
This burly man was none other than Wang Daoyuan, from whom Zeng Anmin had borrowed a horse the previous day.
Zeng Anmin looked at Wang Daoyuan, a half-smile appearing on his face. "The horse is in the backyard, but there is no rush. Accompany me on a case first."
