"Young Master!"
A guileless voice rang out from behind Zeng Anmin.
Before long, Dachun came jogging over.
Dachun's running posture was exceedingly strange. He was tall and broad, his arms clamped tightly at his sides, and as he ran, hips wide enough for two men swayed from side to side, making for an extremely awkward sight.
"Aren't we going to the Imperial Academy today?"
After running over, Dachun was neither red-faced nor out of breath as he looked at Zeng Anmin with his guileless eyes.
"Not today. There's an important case to handle."
Zeng Anmin turned to glance at Bai Ziqing.
Bai Ziqing's eyes were vacant at that moment, his face the picture of someone burdened by heavy worries.
"We're going to help Brother Bai with a case."
"Oh, then shall I go to the Imperial Academy and ask for leave for you?" Dachun scratched his head as he looked at Zeng Anmin.
Zeng Anmin's expression became utterly incredulous. His eyes widened, and his voice suddenly rose.
"What quote? What are you quoting a price for??"
The wisdom-filled eyes of Dachun became even more bewildered.
"Huh? I said..."
"I'm helping my big brother solve a case, and you want to quote a price? Am I that mercenary a person?!"
Zeng Anmin looked like iron that had failed to become steel. He drew a deep breath.
"Brother Bai and I are as close as limbs and kin. How could our bond be measured in money?"
"I didn't..." Dachun was already beginning to babble incoherently.
"Shut up! Say one more word, and Young Master will enforce the family rules!"
Zeng Anmin's face was full of fury.
Then he turned back toward Bai Ziqing and revealed an apologetic smile.
"Brother Bai, don't take offense. This household servant of mine comes from a merchant