Neither of them spoke along the way, and the atmosphere was strange.
They arrived at the Martial Suppression Bureau headquarters.
Yue Lang, Luo Xiong, Jiang Chen, Xie Qiu, Mu Xingze, and the others were discussing matters in the courtyard, all wearing worried expressions.
Seeing Zhao Feng return, they hurried to salute him.
"Sir."
"Mm." Zhao Feng nodded.
They noticed Su Qingwan behind him.
They all froze, then hurried to salute her as well after a moment.
"Greetings, Fairy Su."
Su Qingwan smiled and nodded at them. "It's been a long time, everyone."
Zhao Feng cleared his throat. "Come on. Get some rest first."
Seeing Su Qingwan follow Zhao Feng into the inner residence with her head lowered, Yue Lang, Luo Xiong, Jiang Chen, and the others exchanged bewildered looks.
In a secluded courtyard within the inner residence, Su Qingwan sat in the cushioned chair opposite him, her expression still cool.
Zhao Feng personally brewed a pot of Snow Mountain Spring Tea, poured a cup, and handed it to her.
"You must be tired. Thank you for making the effort," he said softly.
Su Qingwan's delicate hand paused slightly as she accepted the cup.
"What is there to be tired about?"
"You must have hurried here and only just arrived in Capital City. Otherwise, I would have known," Zhao Feng said.
Only then did Su Qingwan remember that the man before her was the chief of Great Yan's hounds and hawks, with eyes and ears throughout the Upper Capital.
"So what? I came because of the sacrificial rites. The Shangyuan Festival court assembly..." she said.
"Qingwan, you came to help me, didn't you?" Zhao Feng interrupted gently.
Su Qingwan's delicate hand trembled slightly.
"Don't flatter yourself." She snorted, the tips of her ears reddening again.
Zhao Feng knew she must have