Yuan Cong spoke for him again. "Jia has official business to attend to and must take his leave first."
Consort Lan hurriedly said, "You are leaving already, sir? Sigh... By fortunate chance, I met you and received your help. I truly do not know how to thank you. Is there anything you need help with in the Capital City? Please speak freely. So long as I can manage it, I will certainly do my utmost."
Jia Wuqun shook his head, smiling as he cupped his hands. He turned and left on the spot.
Not to mention that this woman could not help him with anything—even if she could, he would not draw too close to her for now, lest he arouse suspicion.
"Huan'er, why have you not thanked the gentleman yet?" Consort Lan urged her daughter, but Taishu Huan'er merely lowered her head, showing no reaction at all.
Unable to do anything about her, Consort Lan could only hurry to the doorway and watch him off.
The moment Jia Wuqun and the other man emerged, Mai Deman immediately followed them away.
Guo Wenshang, meanwhile, did not know which side to attend to first. In the end, he hurried over to Consort Lan and first bade her a respectful farewell.
Consort Lan reminded him not to forget the courtesies due a guest. Guo Wenshang repeatedly agreed, then hurried off after perfunctorily responding. He practically chased down Jia Wuqun, drew close, and asked as they walked, "What did you say to Her Highness?" He was worried this man might have spouted nonsense.
Jia Wuqun casually wrote several characters on Yuan Cong's back with his hand. Yuan Cong said, "Only some words to guide the Seventh Princess."
Not long after the group descended the mountain, Consort Lan's party was preparing to leave as