Xie Zhang didn’t expect that Fu Zhen, who looked so thin and weak, had such great strength, gripping the car window and preventing the carriage from moving forward.
He had no choice but to get off the carriage.
As he followed him to the entrance of the restaurant, his steps beca slower and slower until he hesitated to move forward.
Yesterday, he was disturbed by the sarcastic remarks of that girl Xie Yu, leaving him restless all day and night.
He didn’t know why, but the phrase kept echoing in his mind, "A young gentleman has arrived at Wanbin Building"—he knew Mrs. Ning was sincere and very hospitable, being the most charming woman he had t in recent years. Xie Zhang knew that she would warmly accommodate any old acquaintances visiting the capital at Wanbin Building.
So yesterday, while drinking tea, he didn’t pay much attention to Mrs. Ning’s reaction when Manager Su ca to report.
However, Xie Yu emphasized that the young gentleman was tall and impressive and had received special attention from Mrs. Ning, which naturally piqued his curiosity.
After leaving the office, he couldn’t help but head to Wanbin Building.
Daily, thousands of guests co and go at Wanbin Building. He didn’t know why, but he really wanted to see what the gentleman Xie Yu ntioned looked like.
But he didn’t know him, and coming here like this seed way too presumptuous.
So he hesitated between going or not in the carriage.
Unexpectedly, Fu Zhen ca and "forced" him to the entrance of Wanbin Building—is this really appropriate?
If Mrs. Ning really did treat the gentleman nad Yang differently, what would it an for him to co calling like this?
Who exactly is this Mr. Yang, and what does he have to do with him?
Xie Zhang couldn’t help but feel a bit frustrated, and he said to Fu Zhen, "Suddenly I rembered sothing else I have to do. You go in first, and I’ll co another day."
Fu Zhen had never seen him so hesitant, but she could tell he must have sothing on his mind, so she said, "If it’s urgent, of course, I won’t stop you. But when will be your next ti?"
Xie Zhang was stumped by her question.
Fu Zhen laughed and said, "If it’s not particularly urgent, there’s no harm in having a cup of tea before you leave."
"Mr. Xie, young master, why are you two chatting here?"
At this mont, the second shopkeeper from the restaurant saw them and walked briskly towards them.
Fu Zhen smiled at Xie Zhang again, "So?"
Xie Zhang braced himself and said, "Let’s go."
In the back courtyard of the restaurant, Mrs. Ning was talking with Yang Yi in the hallway.
Mr. Ning was temporarily buried in the suburbs of the capital and had not been transported back to his ancestral place. Yang Yi wanted to go and pay his respects, but Mrs. Ning was unsure if she could find the ti in the next couple of days, so Yang Yi offered to go by himself, and Mrs. Ning was still hesitating.
Since he was staying there, she felt obligated to ensure his safety. With recent events in Camp Town, she needed to consult with Pei Zhan and Fu Zhen to see if he could leave the city.
Their conversation naturally drifted to Camp Town, and about Yang Yi having arranged for He Zhao to live in the village incognito all these years.
Jin Zhu ca in to report, "Mr. Xie and the young master have arrived."
Yang Yi knew the young master referred to Fu Zhen, and upon hearing "Mr. Xie," he looked up.
Mrs. Ning instructed them to co in, and two people entered from outside: one was Fu Zhen, and the other was a Second Rank civil servant, stately in appearance with an elegant deanor.
Yang Yi stood up with Mrs. Ning and listened to her introduction, "This is Mr. Xie, an Imperial Censor of the Imperial Censorate, and this— is Mr. Yang."
Xie Zhang looked at Yang Yi as soon as he entered, and with just one glance, he internally agreed with Xie Yu’s description that the man before him was very handso. Despite wearing plain clothes, his imposing presence couldn’t be hidden, and the weathered features on his face didn’t detract but instead added a distinct charisma to him.
"I’ve long looked forward to eting you." Yang Yi cupped his hands in salute, and noticing Xie Zhang’s gaze, he took another look at him.
Xie Zhang lowered his head to conceal his composure and returned the salute.
Fu Zhen, observing their interaction, increasingly sensed sothing was off with Xie Zhang. However, if Xie Zhang had sothing to say, he’d say it, and if not, why pursue it further?
Besides, she was there to see Yang Yi, so of course, she attended to that first.
After exchanging pleasantries, Fu Zhen said to Yang Yi, "Uncle Yang, I left a vase in your courtyard yesterday. Could you take to retrieve it?"
eting her earnest gaze, Yang Yi nodded and led her toward the back courtyard.
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