When Fang Chuning returned, the daylight was bright. Xie Jue, waiting for him, had not yet taken his breakfast. Despite Fang Chuning's somewhat slow steps upon entering, his expression remained usual, showing no signs of anything amiss. Along the way, he greeted the soldiers, smiling warmly, which eased Xie Jue's anxious heart. Waving at him, Fang Chuning sat beside him, casually grabbed a hot towel to wipe his hands, then picked up a baked pancake to eat, "I'm starving."
Xie Jue, unhurriedly, served him a bowl of hot porridge and placed it in front of him, asking dispassionately, "Went out at midnight, came back at dawn, where did you go?"
"The spies from Jiangnan had something to discuss with me." Fang Chuning did not conceal anything, as hiding would be foolish. Ying San would have known such signals and naturally heard them. Whatever Xie Jue wanted to know, he could ask his Shadow Guard.
Xie Jue continued, "What did the Marshal want you for?"
