"To ensure Lord Shao's privacy, his current recuperation location remains undisclosed. However, it's known that he's residing in a manor outside the city, with only Madam Shao privy to the exact whereabouts…"
With no other option, a meeting with Madam Shao became inevitable.
The muscles in Lord Yang's cheek twitched, his breath turning ragged.
Absurd! Utterly preposterous!
He regarded Scribe Zhang as though he saw through his facade.
Would he swallow such a tale? Not a chance!
Yet, lacking evidence, Lord Yang could only smirk. "Seems Lord Shao requires rest. I wonder if it's ailment of the body or the heart!"
Scribe Zhang chuckled, maintaining an air of compliance despite his upper hand. "Difficult to say. Perhaps… both. Frankly, when the army encroached upon the city not long ago, who among us wasn't anxious? Hahaha, let's leave the past behind!"
"Lord Yang, Lord Liu, do enter promptly. We'll head to the inn to settle in."
Lord Yang glanced, remaining silent.
