"Young Master Chen, about what happened just now—"
Wu'er wanted to explain, but Chen Mo waved a hand. "It had nothing to do with you. You can all leave."
The Music Bureau was a mixed bag, and situations like this were unavoidable.
Even if he hadn't come today, with Gu Manzhi there, that man wouldn't have been able to make waves.
"Yes."
Wu'er sighed in relief, closed the door, and left with the guards.
Yu'er nestled in Chen Mo's arms, her cheek against his chest as she listened to his strong heartbeat. She felt safe and content.
Gu Manzhi said, "That man just now was Yan Linghu, the son of Vice Minister of Revenue Yan Peizhi. You beat him so badly he was seriously injured. This could cause trouble."
Chen Mo suddenly understood.
So he was from the Yan Family. No wonder he'd been so hostile toward him.
"Yan Peizhi got chewed out by my father at court, and his son got hacked up at the Music Bureau—yeah, that seems fair."
"By the way, the Heir Apparent's men came by again a couple days ago," Gu Manzhi said. "They were asking about your whereabouts, and they also told Yu'er to whisper in your ear and convince you to buy her freedom."
Chen Mo gave a cold laugh.
He wanted Chen Mo to bring Yu'er back to the Chen Family so he could keep a closer eye on him. It seemed Prince Chu was getting impatient.
From Jue Mi's memories, he knew that the Demon Race, Chu Heng, and Zhou Jing'an had signed some kind of contract with the binding force of the laws of the Great Dao. Zhou Jing'an couldn't write down or speak of anything related to the deal, nor reveal it by any other means.
That was why