Zhulan put down the rouge and looked back; the young servant driving the carriage was indeed familiar. Zhulan fell silent and looked up at the sky, thinking, the capital is so vast, yet to encounter him here.
The carriage curtain was lifted, and Zhou Shuren, with a twitch tugging at the corner of his mouth, began to speak, "Master Yao."
Yao Zheyu leaned against the carriage window, his tone playful, "Scholar Zhou doesn't seem like he just arrived in the capital. Since you've come, why didn't you visit the Hou Residence to find me?"
In his heart, Zhou Shuren thought he certainly did not wish for a longer life, "Master is jesting. How could someone of low status like us dare to seek out the nobles in West City? Besides, I do not have a deep acquaintance with the Master, and I am well aware of my place."
Yao Zheyu stared into Zhou Shuren's eyes for a moment, then suddenly laughed, "Not only does Scholar Zhou have a noble character, but he also possesses great self-awareness."
