Chen Hengchang froze, then looked toward the door, but there was not a single figure outside.
Just as he could not help wanting to ask another question, the sound of footsteps came from outside the door.
Two people arrived. One was someone he knew well, Ji Feiyu, while the other was a figure entirely shrouded in a cloak.
The two entered the tea room. Ji Feiyu bowed and paid respects. "Your subject Ji Feiyu greets Your Highness! Greets the Sect Leader!"
Chen Hengchang hurriedly rose to help him up, both shocked and delighted as he said, "Uncle, when did you come back?"
After Prince Qing died, he had entrusted Chen Hengchang to Ji Feiyu. For more than twenty years, Ji Feiyu had always assisted Chen Hengchang with all his heart.
"I only returned yesterday!" Ji Feiyu revealed a stiff smile, and a few traces of warmth appeared in his sinister eyes as well.
Happily, Chen Hengchang took Ji Feiyu by the arm and was about to sit down.
"Uncle, have you been well these past two years?"
"Well enough. Your Highness, let me introduce someone to you!"
Only then did Chen Hengchang pay attention to the figure standing beside Ji Feiyu.
Beneath the cloak was revealed an ugly face and a pair of eyes as still as an ancient well without waves.
The reason why he was called ugly was because that face was covered with hideous scars.
Chen Hengchang felt that this person possessed an inner quality utterly at odds with his appearance.
The scars on his face were incomparably ugly, but those eyes were deep and calm. There was also the man's bearing—even with his entire body shrouded in a cloak, he still gave off a feeling of graceful nobility.
"He is?"
"Lü Hua, formerly the regional commander