The moment Ye Chutang stepped into the front hall, she was met with a pair of deep, phoenix-like eyes.
This was the first time they had seen each other since parting ways that day.
Shen Yanchuan gazed at the young woman's slightly gaunt face, his brow furrowing. The words Ke Yizhang had said earlier came to mind, and his heart sank.
Ye Chutang led Xiao Wu forward to offer a curtsy.
"Greetings, Princely Heir."
Before she could finish, Shen Yanchuan gestured for her to rise.
"There is no need for such formalities."
Ye Chutang looked up, the corners of her lips curling into a slight smile. "I am eternally grateful for you saving me the other day, Princely Heir. I have come today with a gift to express my thanks."
"Please, sit."
There were no outsiders present, so Shen Yanchuan invited Ye Chutang to take a seat. He had someone bring a light floral tea before saying, "It was a small effort, hardly worth mentioning."
