Yun Hen smiled lightly. He could still leave now. If he were to continue to stay, perhaps, they could not even be friends.
He spun the wine cup on his fingertip as he hid the fragrance of osmanthus from the three autumns and the winter plum deep in his heart. Yun Hen smiled and finished his wine in a gulp.
"Take care."
Meng Fuyao smiled. "You take care too." She paused as she tried to find her words. "When you return, if there's anything… anything special, don't forget to inform me. I love excitement."
Yun Hen looked at her with his bright nether eyes. He knew what she meant—his ranking for this True Martial Arts Meet was dissatisfactory and there was a possibility for the conflict he had with the Yan Family to be exposed. She was afraid that he might run into trouble.
With a faint smile, Yun Hen replied, "Prince Meng, of course, when you are crowned the prince. A friend with such a strong backing, how can I bear to not borrow your strength?"
