The next day, early morning.
In the Zhao family residence, inside the bedroom.
The first rays of the rising sun filtered through the paper-covered windows, casting their light upon the handsome features of the soundly sleeping Zhao Douan, lying on the brocaded bed, making his countenance glow brilliantly.
"Yawn…"
Zhao Douan slowly awakened, his eyes fixated on the window drapes as he recalled the previous night's events.
After meeting with Ma Yan at the Imperial Court, he presented the official documents, giving a simple account of the intricate situation.
Ma Yan, notorious among the court officials for his fickleness, immediately brightened up as if the spring breeze had brought rain, much to his delight, and discussed the follow-up details with Zhao Douan.
Zhao Douan pushed for more concessions.
Eventually, perhaps out of regard for Sun Lianying's face, Ma Yan agreed to let Zhao Douan take charge of the case.
