This courtyard is small and exquisite, with a serene environment, and one of the rooms still has its light on.
Gu Yuan stepped forward and looked inside through a gap in the window.
At this moment, a jin-clad youth sat in his seat, frowning silently.
In a lower position, a middle-aged man stood, his bones robust and his hands broad—clearly a martial artist.
"Has Steward Wu not returned yet?"
Qian Yunjie was silent for a moment before asking.
The middle-aged martial artist bowed and replied, "Master, Steward Wu went out yesterday and has not returned since. This matter has already alarmed the lord. I think the lord might summon you for questioning tomorrow."
Upon hearing this, Qian Yunjie's frown deepened.
"I was the one who sent Steward Wu out. If anything happens to him, I will also be responsible, and Father will surely not spare me."
