Zhang Fengcai: "Yes."
"You've had it tough day after day, thank you for your hard work," Young Master Gu said politely.
Zhang Fengcai: "It's not hard." He thanked her for her empathy.
"By the way," Gu Lan suddenly asked, "Princess Ning An must be quite heartbroken."
Zhang Fengcai answered numbly: "Yes, after the Princess told Your Majesty about your identity, she left crying."
Gu Lan saw through everything and said, "Because Rong Jing went mad again."
Zhang Fengcai instinctively nodded, then suddenly realized with a frown that he had inadvertently agreed with Young Master Gu's words!
After some time, Zhang Fengcai dragged his heavy footsteps out of Yongming Palace and returned to Qianyuan Hall to report to Rong Jing.
The faint scent of ambergris lingered in the air; the grand hall was as dim and silent as always. The porcelain fragments on the ground had been cleaned up. After Zhang Fengcai recounted everything to Rong Jing, he stood by nervously.
