18th Street, Tianxiang Pavilion.
Ever since Jade Hall was burned down, Tianxiang Pavilion had become the most prestigious restaurant in the Capital. Tonight, the lantern festival was especially lively; inside, tens of thousands of golden lanterns illuminated the interior, while outside, vibrant red palace lanterns hung from the eaves, all glowing bright.
Shen Xinghan received the news while he was already with Lu Ying and Xue Ling, sharing drinks in a private suite on the top floor.
He pushed open half of the floral-carved window and glanced at the bustling street below.
Sure enough, Shen Yunxi's carriage was parked at the street corner, and poking her head out the window suspiciously and furtively looking around was none other than the maid Lian Ye.
As Lian Ye hopped off the carriage and skulked towards Tianxiang Pavilion like a thief, Shen Xinghan's face visibly darkened.
