"Yes, Your Majesty. This servant will go to the entrance and see whether the Ninth Prince has arrived."
The eunuch hurried to the entrance to look out for Xie Huizhou and see where he was, also to keep Xie Wangqiu from suddenly going mad, drawing his sword, and killing him outright.
Finding the wait tedious and dull, Xie Wangqiu picked up the Spring Studio Hermit's paintings and pored over them.
Although the Spring Studio Hermit had always targeted him, Xie Wangqiu had to admit that his paintings were truly excellent.
Who exactly was this painter?
Xie Wangqiu remembered that Xie Huizhou was close to Li Xu, the owner of the Bookshop. Could he know this hateful painter's true identity?
If he could learn the painter's identity from him, Xie Wangqiu could have the man seized!
I'll sound Xie Huizhou out later.
Meanwhile, Xie Huizhou had just left home and gave the coachman an instruction.
"For a death-trap banquet like this, arriving on the dot is enough to show some respect. We're not rushing there."
"Yes, Your Highness."
Inside the carriage that had set out from the National Preceptor's Residence, Xie Huizhou, an elegant young nobleman as refined as jade, was playing with the little snake on his wrist. Beneath his luxurious robes lay hidden dangers.
To prevent anything from going wrong, Xie Huizhou had armed himself all over, stopping just short of arming himself to the teeth.
He valued his life.
Now Zhang Lanhe's life was bound to Xie Huizhou's as well. They shared life and death, so he could not get them both killed through his antics.
Love made people cautious.
"Imperial Preceptor, stay quietly on my wrist for now. Don't come out until the crucial moment. I'll be fine."
Although the Imperial Preceptor had not been invited to