The next day.
Zeng Anmin prepared to head to the office.
The moment he stepped outside and saw the scene before him, his brows furrowed.
"When did those two start running together?"
Before his eyes, two brawny men nearly nine feet tall had their arms slung over each other's shoulders as they approached the gates of the Duke's Mansion from the street.
"Brother Chun, I'll see you off here."
"Alright, Brother Wu Jia. I'd better hurry into the mansion. If Young Master finds out I came back late, I'll definitely catch hell for it."
Dachun furtively glanced from side to side, then reluctantly waved goodbye to Wu Jia.
Dachun?
Huang?
The two of them were...
"Dachun!"
Just as Dachun was about to enter the mansion through the side gate, Zeng Anmin's voice rang out.
Dachun's body gave a violent shudder.
Then he opened his mouth wide and turned to look at Zeng Anmin.
"You... Young Master? You haven't gone on duty yet?"
Zeng Anmin narrowed his eyes. "Instead of sleeping with your wife last night, where the hell did you run off to?!"
His voice was severe.
There were quite a few servants in the Duke's Mansion now.
Dachun had naturally risen with the tide, becoming something of a leader among the many servants.
Moreover, Dachun had married, and lately he had mostly been managing the taxes on some of the mansion's lands.
Thus, Zeng Anmin did not have many chances to meet him.
Who would have thought that the moment they met, he would see Dachun mingling with that Barbarian Crown Prince...
A thought immediately flashed through his mind.
Could this be a plot targeting him?
What status did the Barbarian Crown Prince hold? Even if the barbarian lands were barren, it was not someone a mansion servant