Song Ming naturally complied.
Watching the back of the retreating Grand Prince grow distant, Lin Zheqi's eyes reddened slightly, vaguely moistened with droplets, his heart brimming with gratitude towards Yang Mengchen. In an instant, he concealed his peculiar emotions, and with an expression of calm indifference, he led Le Shui and followed Mo Lei towards the main gate of the Prince Mansion.
The Lin family study room.
The anxious Butler Lin, upon seeing Lin Zheqi return, hurriedly went to greet him, "Young Master, for what matter did Prince Chen summon you?"
Sitting down by the desk and receiving the cup of hot tea that Le Xing offered him, after taking a slight sip, Lin Zheqi raised his eyes and replied indifferently, "Prince Chen intends to win me over."
"These past years, Prince Chen has been neither warm nor cold towards the Young Master, why would he think to win you over now?" Butler Lin wondered.
