"Hello, Yang." Du Yu performed a formal greeting.
Although Yang Xiufen was puzzled as to why he was speaking to her and her brother, she still returned the greeting politely: "Hello, Young Master Du."
"Hello, hello." Du Yu smiled foolishly, and his attendants could hardly bear to watch. When had the usually free-spirited young master Du become so polite?
Du Yu was a well-known figure in the capital, and some had already recognized him, as if they had seen a ghost.
"Brother, it seems we can enter over there." Yang Xiufen pointed into the distance.
"Then I'll go in now. When you get home, tell Grandmother and Father and Mother not to worry, I will take care of myself. You should also not stay at home all day—go out more often, but remember to bring a couple of people with you, or let Shuhong accompany you."
He was referring to Shuhong, the eldest son of their third uncle's family. He was eight years old this year and had grown strong due to daily exercises with his father.
