With that, she exhaled. "Chen Quan, let's go!"
Chen Quan answered, sprang onto the driver's seat, and flicked his whip. The carriage rattled into motion and soon vanished at the end of the long street.
Fan Xian stood outside the Overwatch Council, looking at the wicker chest on the ground, then at Yan Bingyun, who was bent over it, checking the ledgers. He was too angry to speak.
He turned in a circle and slapped his forehead, looking utterly exasperated at iron that refused to become steel.
"My dear Master Yan!" he said through gritted teeth. "You knew perfectly well this was a test. They even made it open-book, and you still managed to give the opposite answer! What the hell is inside that head of yours?"
Yan Bingyun neither looked up nor stopped what he was doing, but his voice carried an almost imperceptible tremor.
"I investigated Qi Yuan, and I investigated the women at Prince Cheng's Residence. They live very well. Prince Cheng taking an interest in Shen Wan'er is a good thing. She shouldn't have to live in fear with me."
"Fuck!" Fan Xian nearly collapsed on the spot.
He stared at Yan Bingyun again in utter disbelief. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined the man would think this way!
Breathing heavily, he pointed at Yan Bingyun. "You're giving Shen Wan'er to another man for her own good? Yan Bingyun, have you lost your mind?"
Fan Xian clutched his head, growing angrier as he spoke. "Miss Qi was right. You're a mediocre man with sky-high confidence, full of yourself every single day. You're just an irresponsible scumbag! Human garbage!"
Yan Bingyun let him talk and curse. After skimming the accounts and finding nothing wrong, he picked up the wicker chest and stood.
Seeing how