Noon sunlight was just perfect.
Outside the Medical Hall, four bearers slowly lifted Zhang Zhuo's dark red official sedan chair, merging into the stream of people on Anxi Street.
A faint fragrance wafted through the Medical Hall. Bai Li leaned against the counter and looked outside, asking, "I think I just saw Lord Zhang Zhuo. Why did he rush away as soon as he peeked in and saw us?"
Chen Ji gathered the chess pieces into the basket: "Lord Zhang said he had a banquet to attend at noon, so he left early."
Bai Li puzzled: "Did Lord Zhang come especially to see you? Was he hoping to be a matchmaker for the Chen family and persuade you to return home?"
Chen Ji was equally perplexed: "No, it seemed like he was actually trying to persuade me not to go home..."
Bai Li: "Ah?"
The recently wall-scaling Princely Heir, while dusting off his clothes, teased, "Maybe Lord Zhang appreciates your talent and wants to recruit you to work in the government office."
