"The Prince, being blessed with great fortune, will surely be fine," Zijin accompanied Gu Lan, still accustomed to calling Gu Lan 'young master', "Young Master, did you achieve your goal by entering the palace this time?"
Gu Lan nodded, then shook his head, reminiscing about the matter with Xia He: "My status is now publicly acknowledged, and I've learned everything from back then, so it's a wish fulfilled. But knowing some things too clearly inevitably brings disgust and revulsion."
Zijin seemed pensive. After a while, she returned to the room, bringing a new hand warmer for Gu Lan, with a delicate rosewood box in her hand.
"What is this? What did Zijin make for me that's so delicious she had to sneak it out in the dead of night?" Gu Lan asked, full of interest.
Zijin gently said, "I know the Young Master's thoughts; this is a gift from me to the Young Master."
Gu Lan opened the box, lightly caressing the contents with his fingertips, momentarily lost in thought.
