Lin Shuo gave a slight nod to the Magistrate and, together with Jiang Youzhi, escorted Yun Jiao out, one on each side.
Zheng Juren, wanting to cry but having no tears, had no choice but to have someone carry him out of the government office once more.
A short distance away, Jiang Youzhi suddenly remarked, "Brother Lin, you were not being forthright. If you had told me your identity yesterday, I wouldn't have had to make a trip to the Prince Mansion."
Lin Shuo shook his head, "I didn't think that much at the time."
He then sighed, "Besides, my identity—it's all in the past. From now on, I'm merely a guard at Renxin Hall."
Jiang Youzhi, understandingly, didn't continue the topic as he had long noticed that Lin Shuo was burdened with some heartache, a hurdle he couldn't overcome.
