Prince Jing Mansion!
"Cough cough…" Sun Lianying, the old eunuch, almost choked, coughing violently.
Zhao Douan considerately stood up and handed over a handkerchief:
"Elder, how could you be so careless…"
Sun Lianying glared with wide eyes and grasped his wrist in passing, his somewhat murky eyes fixed on him:
"Say that again, young man."
"Jiancheng Road, Prince Jing Mansion."
"Still clinging to that?"
"…I'm afraid it's real this time."
Silence.
After a considerable pause, Sun Lianying finally released his bony hand and let Zhao Douan sit back down, saying:
"Explain clearly!"
"Yes."
Zhao Douan calmly smoothed his wrinkled sleeve and honestly recounted how he had sought to trouble Zhang Changji, which had led him back to Qinglian Small House and unexpectedly provided him a clue.
There was nothing to hide in such a matter.
Sure enough, Sun Lianying showed no concern for his retaliatory intentions—such was typical of Zhao Douan.
