He shook his head and smiled briefly, and when he looked up again, his expression had adopted an indifferent facade, and he turned to leave in another direction.
...
Pei Yunmeng returned to the Palace Marshal's Mansion.
In the small courtyard of the Palace Marshal's Mansion, Zhizi lay sleeping under a tree, with light shining through the door. As soon as he entered, Xiao Zhufeng stepped out to greet him.
The usually stern and reticent man showed rare signs of anxiety on his face and asked, "How did it go?"
"Caught him," Pei Yunmeng said as he walked further inside, "Let's talk inside."
A plate of red oranges sat on the table, adding a lively touch to the otherwise somber room.
Xiao Zhufeng turned and closed the door. When he turned back, Pei Yunmeng had already taken a seat and casually tossed an orange from one hand to the other, saying, "You've worked hard tonight, your actions were very swift."
