Approaching dusk, Yu Xian returned to Building A-2.
Chen Xiao followed behind him, shrouded in a large black hooded cape, his face unclear, and carrying a cold, unapproachable aura.
This was not Yu Xian whimsically trying to create a new look for his brother-in-law.
After all, Chen Xiao was the assassin who had killed Duke Fu in the past, and many people had seen his true face. It was inevitable that unnecessary trouble would arise, so the brother-in-law had to hide in the cloak for a while longer.
In the courtyard.
The moment Yu Xian entered, he noticed the unfamiliar woman.
She was about twenty years old, with a beautiful face, no makeup, and a white dress that reminded Yu Xian of lilac flowers in the rain alley, melancholic yet seemingly frightened.
Yulan was chattering beside her, and she listened quietly, smiling but with a sense of loneliness that made it seem as if all the bustle around her had nothing to do with her.
