Yu Zongzheng stopped in his tracks while Zhao Da followed behind him. "Master, are you returning to the main courtyard…"
"No, I'd better go to the study instead. I still have some official matters to attend to." Yu Zongzheng turned around, planning to return to the front courtyard, when for some reason, he thought of Concubine He and her wonderful service in bed. With a stomach full of frustration and anger, he instantly decided where he wanted to go. "I'll go to the Clear Autumn Courtyard."
Zhao Da did not dare to say anything about it.
