Xiao Zai was oddly subdued during their ride back to the Prince of Jing's estate, something that filled Chu Yun with silent glee.
No doubt he was trying to turn the events of the previous night around in his mind -- a fruitless endeavour, someone that drunk would have trouble recalling their own name, let alone what they did.
Chu Yun was once again riding his beloved Little Butterfly, and his mood had improved considerably compared to the day before.
Sometimes he sneaked sideways glances at Xiao Zai, and could see his expression drawn in pensive frustration. He couldn't make sense of his actions the night before, and the fact that Chu Yun was withholding the details from him was driving him insane.
But Chu Yun hadn't become a renowned strategist at such a young age out of the blue. He was going to keep that information close to his chest and dole it out only when it could be useful for him.
It was already being useful.
