Jing Wuchen!?
Zhou Dao was startled, he had never expected to encounter him here.
That day, as he escorted Thirteenth Prince to the Divine Tomb, Jing Wuchen had also come to say goodbye. Amidst the desolate green grass, an old friend departed, and tea was offered in place of wine, a gesture rich with sentiment.
Since then, the two hadn't seen each other.
Upon his return, Zhou Dao had looked for Jing Wuchen, but unfortunately, the courtyard where the other had previously stayed was now empty.
At this moment, Jing Wuchen reappeared, still as elegant as ever, with a warm smile on his face, he approached the South Principal and bowed.
"You know each other!?" Zhou Dao couldn't help but be moved.
It seemed that Jing Wuchen was well acquainted with the South Principal, and their relationship appeared to be more intimate than that of mere subordinates. Although the South Principal was his senior, there was a hint of caution in his eyes. All in all, their interaction was quite subtle.