After the Zhou Family members were taken to the Imperial Prison, Chen Mo informed Shen Shuchou, then prepared to head home and rest.
His nerves had been taut since last night, and he was truly exhausted.
He had just walked out of the Training Grounds when a carriage pulled up in front of him.
The curtain lifted, revealing a rather square face with a kindly smile. "Hop in. I'll give you a ride."
Chen Mo didn't know the man, but he recognized the two fine horses pulling the carriage. Their coats were bloodred, and their hooves were black as snow-treading iron. They were official horses of the Heavenly Qilin Guard.
A thought flashed through his mind, and he roughly guessed the man's identity.
"Then I'll accept your kind offer."
Chen Mo climbed into the carriage.
The interior was spacious, with a small table in the middle piled with documents. Chen Mo glanced over them once, then looked away and quietly sat opposite the man.
4The coachman flicked his whip, and the carriage rolled smoothly forward.
The middle-aged man studied him for a moment, then praised him. "A fine appearance and imposing bearing—a true jade-carved gentleman. You're every bit as impressive as I was in my youth."
Chen Mo:
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Was he complimenting me or himself?
Maybe he should take a look in a mirror. Did the two of us even belong in the same painting?
He grumbled inwardly, but kept a perfectly serious expression. "You flatter me, Lord Yun. I merely have a passable face. How could I compare with your stature, like a towering pine on a high mountain, inspiring awe in all who behold you?"
Yun He was taken aback by the flattery. "Oh? You know who I am?"
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