"Thank you, Miss Yuexin."
Fang Han took the letter, tucked it into his robes, and clasped his hands in a solemn gesture.
"There's no need for that. The Hundred Treasures Pavilion naturally benefits from its dealings with the Qingxuan Sect."
Lan Yuexin said, shaking her head slightly.
"Miss Yuexin, it's getting late. I must hurry back to regroup, so I'll take my leave."
Fang Han stood up and gave Lan Yuexin a slight nod.
Lan Yuexin walked Fang Han to the courtyard gate and spoke softly.
"Take care, Young Master."
"You as well, Miss Yuexin."
Fang Han nodded, then turned and walked out of the alley.
Lan Yuexin listened to the sound of his footsteps fading down the alley until they disappeared completely.
She lowered her gaze, her eyelashes casting faint shadows in the moonlight. It was impossible to know what she was thinking.
"Miss."
A voice, tinged with resignation, called out from a corner of the courtyard.
