Shen Wenchen carried Nanzhi all the way to Jihe Hall.
Wang Jingzhi, who was airing medicinal herbs in the courtyard, surprisingly didn't look surprised when he saw the two who seemed to have appeared out of the blue.
He raised his eyes to look at the visitor, only to discover that it was Shen Wenchen, and caught a glimpse of the figure he was carrying in his arms.
Noticing the figure was wearing a goose yellow silk dress, he figured that it must be a girl.
After one glance, Wang Jingzhi shifted his gaze away.
"General Shen."
"Is your master here?"
Holder Nanzhi, Shen Wenchen sensed that her body was slightly stiff, realizing that she was feeling shy, and decided not to stay for long.
"My master is here."
Wang Jingzhi nodded in confirmation, watched Shen Wenchen carrying the woman into his master's room, and then turned away.
Perhaps after Mrs. Lin passed two years ago, General Shen managed to let go.
"Old Sun."