"Lady Hanabi should still be asleep. She probably won't wake up before dinner."
Hyuga Wulu said, "Then that's troublesome."
The Hyuga clansman hurriedly waved his hands. "Not troublesome, not troublesome. Since you're back, I'll be leaving first."
Hyuga Wulu nodded. "All right, thank you. You just returned from a mission, yet I still had to trouble you. Once this incident is over, I'll treat you to a drink, Senior."
The Hyuga clansman hurriedly waved his hands and left.
Hyuga Wulu watched the other man leave, feeling somewhat puzzled. He always felt that this clansman was acting strangely, yet he could not put his finger on why.
It felt as though the man was hiding something, but considering he had just returned from a mission and encountered such a situation, perhaps it was normal for him to act a little unusually!
He then sighed, stopped overthinking, and silently took up the role of guard.
He was even less willing to check—or rather, it never occurred to him to check whether Hanabi was still there.
Meanwhile, Hanabi moved swiftly toward Courtyard Nineteen, encountering a few other clansmen along the way.
But Hanabi ignored them, and naturally, no one said anything. They merely found it a little strange.
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This should have been something that was nearly impossible to happen, yet it happened just like that.
After Hanabi left and followed the various stairways, corridors, and paths all the way to Courtyard Nineteen,
she did not find the figure of her father that she had expected.
Hanabi walked into the courtyard in confusion. To be honest, the Hyuga Clan was huge—truly huge.
Besides the central area occupied by the Hyuga Clan members, there were also many scattered courtyards around it, usually reserved for guests.
But at such a critical