'From the sound of it, they're old acquaintances?'
'But why have I never heard about this before?'
Fan Chengzhuo racked his brain, but he couldn't recall anything of the sort.
He glanced suspiciously out the door again, just in time to see the two attendants driving the carriage away.
'Judging by the direction, it really is heading for the Prince Jing Mansion…'
Fan Chengzhuo cradled his wine cup, lost in thought. His mind was a complete mess.
'Just how… did Ye Chutang get connected with them?'
...
"What a pity about those two jars of good wine."
Across the street, in the Lan Yue Building, two people sat facing each other by a second-floor window.
Shen Yanchuan lifted a cup of tea for a light sip. His gaze swept coolly over the carriage below, his voice calm and his eyes impassive.
"You brewed it yourself. If it were offered for sale, there's no telling how many people would fight over it. To just give it away to the Prince Jing Mansion for nothing is truly a waste."
