"Hmm, got it."
Yun Zheng responded, not taking it to heart in the slightest.
The more indifferent he appeared, the more curious Lu Wu became, scratching his head trying to understand how his master had known those young men were planning to cause trouble.
And how was he able to predict that the Young Master of Changle Marquis Mansion would also show up there?
He had insisted beforehand that conflicts and clashes between the two sides were to be prevented at all costs.
Last time, his master had accurately predicted the ambush of assassins at Red Willow Slope. This time, he had again anticipated the actions of these young nobles. Since when had his master become so skilled in foresight?
His curiosity was obvious, but Yun Zheng pretended not to notice, waving him away before returning to his bedroom.
Inside the room, the candlelight flickered, illuminating the space brightly.
Lady Yun was leaning over the bedside, gently holding a small hand, whose owner was still unconscious.
