"Is this okay?" Yang Chuxia said, "Everyone over in Dongyang is worried sick."
"It's fine, but you mustn't reveal his whereabouts, or it'll ruin his plans."
"Alright then." Yang Chuxia asked him again, "You must be hungry after the long journey back. Have a seat, I'll fix something for you to eat."
"Okay, have the kitchen get some water ready. I want to wash up first." Ye Zi'an looked at his clothes with disdain, "I wanted to get back to the Capital City quickly, so I rode all the way and got dirt all over."
"Haha, just wait a moment." Yang Chuxia laughed; for someone with a bit of a cleanliness obsession, it's really unbearable to have dusty clothes. "I'll be quick."
The kitchen usually has hot water ready at night, just in case the masters need it. Soon enough, the servants brought the water over. After Ye Zi'an finished bathing, Yang Chuxia brought over some steaming noodle soup.
"Chicken noodle soup?"
