In Songyang Town.
Zhao Zun, accompanied by Ping Chuan and Xiao Zhengfei, returned to the inn dejectedly. Sunlight slanted through the mottled wooden windows, yet it couldn't penetrate their gloomy moods.
Inside the inn, Jin Ju and Zitan were waiting anxiously, and when they saw them return, a hint of worry flashed in their eyes as they awkwardly forced a smile.
"Prince, you're back. Did you find Miss Han?"
Zhao Zun shook his head, glancing around the room.
"Did Miss Han return?"
Jin Ju and Zitan also shook their heads.
Seeing this, Zhao Zun felt as if he had been struck by a heavy hammer, his heart sinking to the bottom.
He instinctively reached for the Love Lock in his bosom, the lustrous green jade loop snugly hanging there, becoming his only spiritual solace at this moment.
The entire morning, they had scoured all the inns and taverns in town, inquiring with many who might have seen Han Lei, but all replies were shakes of the head and unknowns.
