Chu Zhiyuan smiled and nodded, his feet never pausing as he returned to his little courtyard in one breath.
Fu Zheng was pacing back and forth in the courtyard. Hearing his footsteps, she hurried forward to meet him.
"Your... Your Highness?" Fu Zheng scrutinized Chu Zhiyuan's face in astonishment, staring blankly at him.
His eyes were deep and bright, and before Fu Zheng could react, her mind was drawn into them.
Chu Zhiyuan gave a light cough.
Fu Zheng immediately came back to herself and said awkwardly, "Your Highness, this is...?"
"I gained something." Chu Zhiyuan nodded.
After seeing Chu Zhiyuan off, Li Yuzhen returned to the room.
Li Miaotan was already lying quietly on the couch beneath a brocade quilt, her bright eyes blazing.
Li Yuchun surveyed the disordered room.
"Yuzhen."
"Your Highness." Li Yuzhen stepped closer.
"Deliver this to him. He should still need it."
Li Miaotan pointed at the pitch-black iron box beside her. It had already been closed, with that sheet of golden silk inside.
Li Yuzhen nodded gently.
"And tell the Attendants that today's matter must not leak out in the slightest."
"...Yes."
Li Miaotan closed her bright eyes and murmured, "If it leaks, he will never know another peaceful day."
"Yes!" Li Yuzhen nodded solemnly.
Li Miaotan's breathing gradually evened out, and she swiftly fell into a deep sleep.
What had happened earlier had been far too stimulating for her. Her mind had been drained severely, and she was exhausted to the extreme.
Li Yuzhen turned to look at Li Yuchun.
Li Yuchun hurriedly said, "Understood, understood. I won't say a single word... Besides, I don't even know what happened."
"It is better that you do not know." Li Yuzhen said.
"Sister Zhen, what exactly happened?"
"You will know later." Li Yuzhen said.