The wind carried the pieces of wood like fallen stones on a deserted beach, haphazardly crashing into people's hearts, leaving behind a chaotic trail of marks.
Lu Tong heard her own calm voice.
"Back at Prince Wen's Mansion, I owed a debt of gratitude to your wife and Treasure Bead..."
Pei Yunmeng smiled noncommittally.
Lu Tong abruptly stopped talking.
The bonds forged through life-saving gratitude had been frittered away in the subsequent fragmented affairs at Yuxian Tower. To wield such indebtedness now seemed unrealistic, and besides, Pei Yunshu and Treasure Bead were no longer in mortal danger, making it easy for Pei Yunmeng to burn bridges.
Perhaps this hard bargaining was for future calculations.
Lu Tong thought for a moment and then said, "If next time Lord Pei wishes to obtain someone's medical cases, I can take the task."
