After noon, Min Ning briskly headed to Chen Yi's residence.
In no time, she arrived outside the courtyard gate. The hall doors were wide open, and Chen Yi was leisurely sipping tea. Without a doubt, the young concubine must have prepared it for him. She served him diligently, and as long as he didn't mistreat her, she had no complaints.
From a distance, Chen Yi noticed the figure in fitted attire. She had started to imitate him—the sword now strapped to her back, the blade at her waist. She stood straight at the entrance.
After finishing the tea in his hand, Chen Yi stood and went to greet her.
"So, you've come," Chen Yi was somewhat surprised to see Min Ning drop by, and teased with a smirk, "What's this… couldn't wait any longer?"
Min Ning, displeased by his frivolity, took a deep breath to suppress her annoyance. Remembering her plan, she stiffened her expression and said, "I have business with you. If not, I wouldn't bother."
