"Young Master, Master Huideng has arrived a kilometer outside the city gate."
Qu Fulan's eyelashes quivered lightly. No wonder he was in such a hurry to bathe and change clothes; it turned out there was a noble guest to welcome.
Heir Pei stood up, "Prepare the horse!"
With that, he strode away.
Once gone, it seemed he wouldn't return until the night was over.
Meanwhile, at Zhaoying Building, Lianhua, upon learning of the Heir's departure, incredulously grabbed Yinhua's hand and said, "The Heir has left?"
"He's gone."
"Didn't you tell the Heir I was sick?"
Yinhua: "I told him. A guest asked why you didn't come, and I said you were ill, very seriously ill."
"It was the guest who asked, not the Heir?" Lianhua pursued.
"It was the guest who asked, the Heir didn't say anything after hearing." Yinhua answered honestly.
Lianhua didn't believe it, "Surely the Heir didn't say anything because of the guest's presence. After the banquet, didn't he say he would come to see me?"
