Having ruled out that possibility, what on earth was going on?
Wu Zhengqing thought to take another look over there, but he had already been there before, and there was nothing but the vineyard. Could there be some secret involved?
Whichever secrets might be there, they had nothing to do with him. He ran a cloth shop, whereas Xia Zheng ran a restaurant. But thinking of the Drunken Immortal Tower under the control of the Second Prince, Wu Zhengqing gave a sly smile and immediately instructed his young servants to keep a close watch on the situation over there.
When Xia Zheng and Lin Yuan's carriage returned to the Capital city, it was already beginning to get dark. This meant, they had almost missed two meals.
Hurrying home non-stop on horseback, as soon as Lin Yuan jumped down from the carriage, she ran into the house shouting, "Mom, have you cooked yet? Your daughter is about to die of hunger!"