Xiao Wu pattered back.
Ye Chutang raised a hand and wiped the trace of blood from the corner of her mouth, her gaze dropping to look at it for just a moment.
It was dark, almost black, within the red.
She quickly looked away and, as Xiao Wu approached, discreetly hid the stain on her sleeve.
Xiao Wu didn't notice anything amiss and gestured toward her, then pointed behind her.
Ye Chutang turned around, only then noticing that Shen Yanchuan had forgotten his cloak.
She let out a soft breath.
"I'll return it tomorrow."
...
Shen Yanchuan rode at full gallop and soon arrived at the Ministry of Justice.
Unexpectedly, right outside the main gate, he ran straight into Fan Chengzhuo, who had also just heard the news and rushed over.
The moment Fan Chengzhuo saw Shen Yanchuan, his brows furrowed.
"It's so late. What brings the Princely Heir here?"
Shen Yanchuan raised an eyebrow. "I'm here for the same reason you are, Mr. Fan."
Fan Chengzhuo's expression soured.
