Zheng Congyuan had returned to the Crown Prince's Mansion from the Imperial Palace when it was already deep into the night. Steward Hu had prepared hot water early since His Highness hadn't returned for an entire day and night due to the ritual affairs, which really were exhausting.
After Zheng Congyuan had washed up and was ready to rest, he noticed an extra piece of letter paper on his desk. The unique paper envelope immediately revealed the sender. Steward Hu stepped back with a smile, and though he hadn't delivered it to His Highness in time, he hoped that seeing it now would help him sleep well.
Zheng Congyuan picked up the envelope while Qi Ling carefully dried his still-wet black hair.
