Xie Xuanyi returned to Chen Mansion; it was already the time of Zi (around midnight).
In the deep of the night, a lantern hung in the courtyard of the mansion, and a young boy in plain clothes, hugging a heavy sword, dozed off under a tree, his head nodding like a pecking chicken. Startled by the sound of the door opening, he suddenly looked up.
Xie Xuanyi just stood there at the threshold, locking eyes with the frustrated-looking young man.
"I'm back," said Xie Xuanyi.
"..."
Duan Zhao didn't speak, obviously sulking.
The details about this northern hunting expedition had spread throughout the streets and alleys of the Imperial City.
As a disciple of Lotus Peak.
He had not received a single message from Xie Zhen.
"It was urgent in the Imperial City," Xie Xuanyi sighed helplessly, softly explaining, "After dealing with various matters, by the time I returned to the mansion, it had become this late."
The little guy still said nothing, his expression full of resentment.
