The sun sank toward dusk, and evening arrived.
Dressed in white and carrying a thick case file, Zhao Haochen walked into the Law Hall courtyard, followed by Wu Li and Ruan Dehen.
Three days. The file in his hands contained the final results of three days of covert investigation, as well as the most perfect answer he was about to deliver to the Clan Hall.
Inside the Law Hall, Sun Michen wore a loose satin robe and a melon-cap hat. He had spread paper across his desk and was diligently painting a portrait of a beauty.
He loved painting, especially portraits of beauties, though his choice of subject was rather limited: every painting depicted Aunt Tian Wei, in all manner of clothing and poses. They were remarkably lifelike, amply demonstrating the prowess of a peerless simp.
Had Ren Ye witnessed this almost pathological behavior of an obsessed admirer, he might have been unable to stop himself from thinking of Yu Fen's personal photographer-Xiao Tang. When it came to devotion and persistence, the two shared very similar psychiatric symptoms.
"My lord, Zhao Haochen requests an audience."
While Sun Michen was absorbed in his creation, a minor official waiting outside the hall hurried in to announce the visitor.
"He couldn't come earlier or later. He had to request an audience just as my shift was ending." Sun Michen had a good temper and had always maintained a respected, dignified image, so he answered without putting on airs, "Show him in."
"Yes." The minor official acknowledged the order, then turned and left.
Before long, Zhao Haochen entered the Inner Hall alone, carrying the case file, and bowed slightly. "Your nephew pays his respects, Uncle Sun."
"There are no outsiders here. No need for ceremony." Sun Michen had already put away Aunt Tian Wei's