The carriage swayed back and forth, and when the sun was high in the sky, Zhuang Dongqing slowly opened his eyes, finally well-rested.

“Hmm.”

Rubbing his eyes, he skillfully switched the pillow he had been leaning on to one he could hug in his arms. Zhuang Dongqing’s whole body felt like it had no bones, flopping down on the pillow.

“Young Master?” Liu Fu tentatively called out.

Zhuang Dongqing barely opened his eyes again and nodded, signaling that he was truly awake.

He was awake, but it took him a while to get going.

Liu Fu quickly took out the basin and towel he had prepared, poured half a pot of warm water to wet the cloth, and since the carriage was swaying and it was inconvenient to fetch water, he didn’t need much—just enough to wring out. He squeezed it dry and began to wipe Zhuang Dongqing’s face to help him wake up.

Zhuang Dongqing was still too groggy to lift his hands, so he just leaned his face toward the cloth.

Tilting his head back, he made sure the cloth didn’t fall.

Liu Fu remained silent, not daring to let go, and simply wiped his face carefully two more times.

After lifting the curtain of the carriage and returning from pouring the water, Zhuang Dongqing finally opened his eyes wide.

Fully awake now.

“Hmm, where’s the prince?”

Zhuang Dongqing vaguely remembered that when he got on the carriage before dawn, Cen Yan had been riding with him.

Liu Fu poured a cup of warm water: “Young Master, drink some water.”

“Oh.”

He took the cup and had a couple of sips before hearing Liu Fu reply: “At first, he was in this carriage, but we stopped once in between, and it seems he got off to take care of something ahead. After that, he went into the carriage in front.”

Liu Fu was a bit apprehensive about Cen Yan; now that they were living in the royal residence, he naturally paid extra attention to Cen Yan’s every move.

“The carriage in front originally had Captain Hao, Captain Xu, and Supervisor Liu.”

After a pause, he reported in detail: “After the prince got on, I saw Captain Hao and Captain Xu both got off and switched to the carriage behind us.”

It was a bit convoluted.

Not very friendly for someone just waking up.

But no one rushed him, and Zhuang Dongqing’s mind turned a few times, sorting out the sequence of events. He understood that it meant Cen Yan had switched to another carriage and was no longer riding with him.

He wasn’t worried that Cen Yan would be uncomfortable; the royal residence had several carriages for travel, all with the same specifications and configurations. The one in front, his own, and the one behind were all similarly furnished inside.

However…

His gaze fell on the empty soft couch opposite him, the table beside it gleaming, clearly wiped clean every day. Liu Qi had also opened the drawer in front of Zhuang Dongqing before; the first layer was filled with many small jars of tea leaves, the second layer had warm blankets, and the third layer, which Zhuang Dongqing had been curious about at the time, was opened to reveal spare clothes.

Although the specifications and configurations were the same, this carriage was clearly one that Cen Yan was used to.

Did he not want to ride with me?

Zhuang Dongqing had this thought.

It wasn’t surprising he thought this way; ever since that night when their conversation fell apart, he hadn’t seen Cen Yan for many days.

It was different from before.

Before, he knew Cen Yan was busy, working tirelessly at the Dali Temple. Often, when he woke up, Cen Yan had already left, and when he went to bed, Cen Yan still hadn’t returned to the residence.

Recently, however…

From what he knew, there had been several days when Cen Yan was in the residence and hadn’t gone out. There were also several times when he either reported leaving the residence or asked Liu Qi about something. Liu Qi would listen and then head into the west wing, clearly to report to Cen Yan and let him make the decision, so Cen Yan was naturally there too.

But he just couldn’t see him.

At first, he didn’t think much of it. There was one time when Liu Qi ran in and out, passing messages several times without inviting him in. After the matter was settled, Zhuang Dongqing slowly began to realize that Cen Yan seemed to not want to see him.

Once this thought took root, more details came to support it.

For example, today, the other party had switched carriages again.

Still from the one he was used to, he switched to one that was rarely used, even driving away Captain Hao and Captain Xu for this.

It was hard for Zhuang Dongqing not to overthink.

Did I make Cen Yan really angry that day?

Zhuang Dongqing scratched his head, feeling a bit troubled.

But just as this little worry arose, it was quickly distracted by the pastries that Liu Fu brought over.

“Young Master, you woke up too early today, and you hardly had breakfast. Here, the fresh flower cakes prepared by Supervisor Liu are for you to have a little something in your stomach.”

Zhuang Dongqing’s nose twitched as he caught a faint rose scent.

He took one, bit into it, and the soft, fluffy outer skin combined with the rich rose fragrance that burst forth from the filling invaded his mouth and nose, making Zhuang Dongqing feel as if he was in a whole rose garden.

So fragrant.

The cross-section was a bright rosy red, filled with fresh rose petals.

“Hmm, it’s so good!”

Zhuang Dongqing chewed, his words unclear, “Here, you try some.”

After saying that, he broke off a clean piece and stuffed it into Liu Fu’s mouth.

Before long, the master and servant were sitting side by side, each with a piece of flower cake in hand and a cup of water, munching away.

Just when he was still wondering if Cen Yan was angry with him, Zhuang Dongqing was actually glad that Cen Yan wasn’t around. This way, Liu Fu could sit down and enjoy the pastries with him without worrying about any master-servant etiquette.

After eating two or three pieces, Zhuang Dongqing burped, feeling full.

Liu Fu was afraid he would choke, so with a piece of cake in his mouth, he kept filling Zhuang Dongqing’s empty cup with water, urging him to drink and wash it down.

After two more cups of water, Zhuang Dongqing patted his belly, feeling blissful.

Suddenly, the carriage curtain brightened, and Zhuang Dongqing lifted it, a beam of golden light shining on his face.

“The sun is out, Liu Fu.”

Before long, the convoy stopped to rest, and Zhuang Dongqing pulled Liu Fu to sit outside the carriage to bask in the sun.

When Cen Yan got off to stretch, he saw Zhuang Dongqing sitting on the edge of the carriage, the sunlight enveloping him, making him look like he was glowing. His voice was soft, but Cen Yan could hear him clearly.

“The flower cakes are so delicious! The old lady in the residence really knows how to make them~”

“They’re so fresh; they must have been made just before we set off.”

“Hmm, the capital isn’t suitable for growing flowers; the plants from Yunnan are the best. I wonder if the local flower cakes are even tastier.”

His face was full of smiles, his legs dangling down, swaying back and forth, looking quite carefree.

Cen Yan couldn’t help but scoff in his heart; he’s still so young. But then he remembered that Zhuang Dongqing hadn’t even reached adulthood yet, so he fell silent.

What he said was indeed true; they were freshly made for them to take along, and the roses from the fief were indeed sweeter than those from the capital.

After watching for a while and confirming that Liu Fu was holding Zhuang Dongqing steady, ensuring he wouldn’t fall, Cen Yan returned to the carriage behind him amidst Zhuang Dongqing’s anticipation for the spring hunt barbecue.

Inside the carriage, no one was there, and Liu Qi had also gotten off to stretch.

A plate of flower cakes that had been prepared in the morning lay quietly on the table.

Cen Yan didn’t like the flower cakes made in the capital; he always felt they weren’t good enough. He hadn’t touched them all morning, but now, looking at them, he inexplicably picked one up and took a bite.

Still not as good as those from the fief.

But at least they were fresh.

Cen Yan hadn’t thought about the scenery of the fief in a long time, the vastness of the world.

Snowy mountains, blue lakes, Butterfly Valley, terraced fields, stone forests… the colorful clouds of Yunnan…

His right hand instinctively pressed against the bead bracelet on his left wrist, and Cen Yan closed his eyes.

Suddenly, he understood why he didn’t find Zhuang Dongqing annoying. Zhuang Dongqing didn’t have a hint of the scheming nature of the capital’s people; he spoke straightforwardly, like a child raised in the fief, laughing when he was happy and getting angry when he was upset, everything written on his face, simple and clear.

Cen Yan quietly finished the piece of flower cake.

When Liu Qi returned, he was holding a small jar of tea. As soon as Cen Yan glanced at it, he knew it was from Zhuang Dongqing’s carriage.

“It’s rare to see the master eating the capital’s flower cakes. If I had known, I would have had the old ladies make more.”

Liu Qi smiled, seeing that there was one less piece on the plate.

Cen Yan replied calmly, “No need, just trying a bit.”

“When we return to the southwest, let the old ladies make more. Young Master Zhuang asked me today if the ones from his hometown are better, and of course, they’re different.”

Seeing Cen Yan looking at the jar, Liu Qi explained, “Oh, I passed by the carriage, and Young Master Zhuang asked me to take it.”

Cen Yan: “He asked you to take it?”

“Ah, yes. He said he saw the prince drinking it often and asked if I wanted to bring some for you. I thought this carriage really didn’t have anything, and since Young Master Zhuang spoke up… I just took it.”

Indeed, Cen Yan had switched to this carriage at the last minute.

Liu Qi seemed to know why and asked Cen Yan, “Did Master Zhao say that Young Master Zhuang’s poison hasn’t been controlled yet, and he still can’t be in the same room as the prince?”

Cen Yan replied coldly, “Not sure.”

Liu Qi: “…”

That meant they hadn’t asked about it again, treating it as a definite no.

After thinking for a moment, Liu Qi felt it should be like this. When they set off, they were afraid the Imperial Guards would check for any issues, so they naturally sat together. Once the convoy stabilized, they switched.

Liu Qi: “Then I’ll ask Master Zhao today. It’s been a while since we’ve seen him; perhaps Young Master Zhuang will have some thoughts.”

Cen Yan scoffed, “What thoughts could he have? I see him laughing all day long.”

“…”

At least he didn’t refute Liu Qi’s earlier statement, and Liu Qi silently boiled water to make tea.

After preparing the tea, he placed it beside Cen Yan, who took it.

After sipping, Cen Yan said, “Pull the curtain open.”

Liu Qi complied.

The moment sunlight poured into the carriage, Cen Yan took another sip of tea. Although he didn’t speak, Liu Qi could feel that the master was quite pleased.

• They had been traveling for two days.

Everyone was in the same convoy, so the hierarchy wasn’t as clear as it had been in the capital. Li Yang discovered that Zhuang Dongqing was also there and even sat in his carriage for a while, chatting for a bit.

Everyone in the royal residence was present, and after observing for a while, Li Yang felt that they indeed treated Zhuang Dongqing well. His doubts in his heart dissipated, and he apologized to Zhuang Dongqing again, asking if he wanted to take Liu Fu’s contract back.

Zhuang Dongqing thought for a moment and nodded.

It was better to have the things in his own hands.

The contract was still at the shop, and the two agreed to return it after they got back to the capital.

The journey was boring, and Zhuang Dongqing didn’t know if it was because Li Yang’s male lead aura was too strong, but he always ran into him while moving around. Over the course of two days, their relationship had indeed gotten much closer.

Once they officially settled into the palace, Li Yang even invited Zhuang Dongqing to his hall for a meal. Zhuang Dongqing asked Liu Qi and brought two people along.

A little later, when Cen Yan returned from inspecting the palace, Liu Qi reported this matter.

“The Sixth Prince and Young Master Zhuang have become friends. He’s there, and there aren’t many nobles around, so I thought it would be good to let the young master go over. It’s been tiring traveling these past few days; it’s good to relax a bit.”

Cen Yan nodded.

After taking a sip of tea, he suddenly frowned, “Not good.”

Liu Qi: “?”

Cen Yan: “Today, several side rooms next to the main hall are leaking water, and the palace attendants can’t be arranged properly. The Third Prince voluntarily offered his own palace next door for the attendants to stay in, so they can serve the Emperor closely.”

Liu Qi exclaimed, “Oh, the Third Prince…”

Cen Yan sighed, feeling unlucky, “Of course, it’s to avoid suspicion. They can’t stay too close to the Emperor; it would raise His Majesty’s doubts.”

Liu Qi understood; the Sixth Prince was the youngest prince on this trip, and he was arranged last. If the Third Prince wanted to switch, he could only move to the palace next to him.

Liu Qi felt a bit anxious, thinking that Zhuang Dongqing shouldn’t run into the Third Prince, but it was hard to say.

Especially since Zhuang Dongqing still had one on him; he didn’t dare to gamble.

Moreover, recently, the relationship between the master and the Third Prince…

Liu Qi anxiously looked at Cen Yan, who lowered his gaze for a moment before standing up again.

“Let’s go pick him up.”

Liu Qi immediately responded.

• Zhuang Dongqing had eaten and drunk enough and chatted with Li Yang for a while before leaving relaxed.

When he reached the door, he felt that there were more palace attendants around. Li Yang didn’t think much of it: “It’s probably because this place is remote. Every time we go out and stay, the Imperial Guards prioritize safety checks, so they might be patrolling this area and arranging personnel.”

Zhuang Dongqing believed him.

After walking a few steps, he bumped into a noble.

He looked unfamiliar.

But the resemblance to Li Yang made Zhuang Dongqing’s heart leap.

Respectfully bowing, Zhuang Dongqing regretted it; it was too comfortable these past few days that he forgot Li Yang was the male lead, a plot trigger. Now he was here for a meal; his brain must have been muddled.

The noble walked over.

Zhuang Dongqing silently prayed, “Don’t see me, don’t see me, don’t see me…”

“Hey, you came out of the Sixth Prince’s palace?”

Prayer failed.

Zhuang Dongqing took a deep breath and maintained a smile.

The guards sent by Liu Qi had already stood beside Zhuang Dongqing, slightly blocking him behind them, and they greeted, “We’ve met the Third Prince, indeed.”

Zhuang Dongqing: “…”

The Third Prince, the third son.

In this story, he could be considered another madman alongside Cen Yan.

But he was a bit different.

Cen Yan killed and confiscated properties only with the Emperor’s decree.

The Third Prince, Li Zhuo, caused trouble for those around him, secretly scheming, with extremely unstable emotions.

After leaving the palace, the servants and concubines from his household were often taken out through the side door.

Of course, on the surface, it didn’t show.

He appeared charming and cheerful, with a graceful demeanor…

But the last four words needed to be toned down; after seeing Li Yang and Cen Yan, Zhuang Dongqing felt that Li Zhuo’s attire was a bit pretentious.

He merely raised his head slightly, and Li Zhuo seemed to have eyes on the side, suddenly sweeping over, locking eyes with Zhuang Dongqing in an instant.

Zhuang Dongqing smiled, but it was a forced smile.

“People from the Dingxi Wangfu?” Li Zhuo flicked his folding fan open with a snap, “This one looks unfamiliar.”

“Yes, this is our residence’s scholar; he just arrived not long ago.”

The guard responded smoothly.

“Oh?” Li Zhuo raised an eyebrow, stepping closer with a smile, “Scholar, what do you do? Isn’t Cen Yan not accepting guests?”

The guard: “Well…”

“I’m asking him!” He suddenly turned serious, and the atmosphere around them froze.

Zhuang Dongqing’s heart trembled.

After scolding, Li Zhuo turned back to Zhuang Dongqing, smiling amicably, “So, what do you do?”

Oh my, he was scared!

Zhuang Dongqing’s forced smile was almost fading, and his expression was particularly strained as he stammered, “I’m, I’m helping the prince with his work.”

Great, he stuttered again, and his momentum weakened even more.

“I know you’re helping him. What work?”

Li Zhuo seemed to have noticed Zhuang Dongqing’s fear and stepped closer. Zhuang Dongqing could smell the heavy wood fragrance on him, and his fingers trembled involuntarily. He tucked his hands into his sleeves, trying to hide it.

Li Zhuo teased, “Cen Yan has such a tender scholar at home; interesting.”

“A few days ago, I saw you laughing and chatting with the Sixth Prince. Why are you shrinking like a quail when you see me?”

Each sentence was more frightening than the last.

The previous one was clearly aimed at him, and the latter…

The princes participating in the power struggle were few, and they were all prominently written about—three in total.

One male lead, one Fourth Prince, and the one in front of him, the Third Prince, Li Zhuo.

The Crown Prince, Li Zhuo, and the Fourth Prince had all tried to win over Cen Yan countless times in the early stages, but to no avail.

The last sentence was so straightforward that even if Zhuang Dongqing’s mind wasn’t quick, he found it hard to miss the implied meaning: was Cen Yan leaning towards Li Yang?

He didn’t dare to speak.

These big shots’ matters were not for a small supporting character like him to comment on.

But not daring to speak, Li Zhuo was still waiting.

The eyes in front of him were smiling, but the smile was cold, fierce, and full of intimidation, silently urging Zhuang Dongqing.

Zhuang Dongqing’s mind was in a jumble.

He didn’t want to reveal his relationship with Li Yang; he was unwilling. He didn’t dare to speak about the relationship between Cen Yan and Li Yang either.

“Third Prince, why bother…”

The accompanying guard spoke up.

Just as he started, Zhuang Dongqing saw Li Zhuo’s face change dramatically, “Did I ask you? Huh?!”

Zhuang Dongqing swallowed hard, his mind blank from the shout.

Just as he was about to harden his resolve and say a few good words, he heard a familiar voice, “You’re here.”

It was Liu Qi.

Zhuang Dongqing felt a sense of relief.

Liu Qi bowed, “The Third Prince is also here; may the Third Prince be well.”

Li Zhuo turned around and saw Cen Yan. His gaze shifted between Cen Yan, Zhuang Dongqing, and the palace of Li Yang behind them, and he exclaimed, “Wow, what’s today? It seems we’ve been waiting for the Dingxi Wang to arrive.”

Cen Yan replied coolly, “The spring hunt has begun, and with hundreds of people in this palace, it’s hard not to see each other.”

After hitting a soft nail, Li Zhuo maintained his smile, “Indeed.”

Liu Qi quickly added, “We’ve just settled in, and there are some urgent documents and regulations needed. We were just looking for these few people, and unexpectedly found them in front of you.”

Before Li Zhuo could speak, Cen Yan noticed that Zhuang Dongqing seemed a bit frightened. He lowered his gaze for a moment and coldly said, “What are you still dawdling for? Come here.”

Zhuang Dongqing’s mind was blank; at this moment, if Cen Yan spoke to him in a gentle tone, he might need to think for a while.

But hearing the commanding tone, especially with Cen Yan’s voice, his feet moved faster than his mind, almost instinctively pulling Liu Fu a few steps to stand behind Cen Yan and Liu Qi.

Before Li Zhuo could react, Zhuang Dongqing had vanished like a gust of wind.

Liu Qi understood and followed up with a reprimand, “You haven’t seen him for a long time; do you need the master to get angry?”

After scolding, he turned to Li Zhuo with a smile, “There are still many matters in the palace. Since we’ve found the person, we won’t disturb the Third Prince any longer.”

Li Zhuo was caught off guard by this remark and couldn’t interject.

After a moment of silence, he suddenly smiled, but the smile was unfriendly: “In broad daylight, why are you blocking people’s mouths? Are you not letting me speak?”

His words were sharp.

Feeling that it was temporarily impossible to leave, Zhuang Dongqing’s heart grew more anxious.

Suddenly, the world in front of him darkened as Cen Yan stepped forward, just enough to block Zhuang Dongqing completely, cutting off all his sightlines to Li Zhuo.

His steps were small, not abrupt, but it looked like a provocation.

In Li Zhuo’s eyes, it also fit Cen Yan’s flamboyant nature.

Cen Yan said, “I still have many matters to attend to. Are you sure you want to reminisce at this time?”

His tone was neither fast nor slow, but the underlying sharpness couldn’t be concealed.

Li Zhuo’s heart sank.

The next moment, he saw Cen Yan smile, a smile that didn’t reach his eyes, “Alright, Third Prince, please, I’m all ears.”

“…”

Li Zhuo felt that something had changed, but he couldn’t pinpoint what.

It felt like when Cen Yan first arrived, he was shrouded in dark clouds, but in just a moment, he seemed to have transformed into a different person, from eager to leave to inexplicably in the mood to bicker with him.

Li Zhuo sensed this but couldn’t figure it out for a moment, and Cen Yan didn’t give him time to think.

Cen Yan: “Why are you silent again? Did you suddenly lose your voice?”

Li Zhuo: “…”

His speech was stifled for a moment, allowing the guards accompanying Zhuang Dongqing to seize the opportunity to report the previous questions to Liu Qi in detail, their voices not low, so everyone could hear clearly.

Cen Yan still wore that fake smile, mocking, “The matters of my residence aren’t something that can’t be discussed; it mainly depends on whether the Third Prince has the courage to listen.”

“I just received two imperial edicts from His Majesty. If the Third Prince wants to know, this prince will speak without reservation.”

Li Zhuo’s smile faltered a bit.

The imperial edicts given to Cen Yan by Emperor Shengwu were mostly secret orders, known to all.

This was using the Emperor to pressure him!

Cen Yan: “As for my relationship with the Sixth Prince, shouldn’t that be asked of the Third Prince? You’ve observed for several days and must have seen my people laughing and chatting with the Sixth Prince. Surely, you have some understanding?”

Li Zhuo was speechless, but he instinctively felt it wasn’t good news, and he waved his sleeve, “Why are you asking me? I just happened to see; how could I have any understanding?”

Liu Qi sensed something and fell silent, only observing Li Zhuo.

Li Zhuo was irritated by the scrutiny, “What kind of look is that?!”

Liu Qi respectfully replied, “Awaiting the Third Prince’s insights.”

“…”

Li Zhuo’s forehead throbbed with veins; after not seeing them for a while, this master-servant pair was still so annoying!

Cen Yan wanted to leave, but Li Zhuo certainly wouldn’t let him.

However, with the unpleasant memories of past encounters flashing through his mind, Li Zhuo didn’t have the energy to argue with him.

Pressing his forehead, Li Zhuo said, “This prince still has palaces to tidy up. Since Dingxi Wang has matters to attend to, I’ll take my leave…”

Before he could finish, he was interrupted by Cen Yan: “Earlier, the Third Prince invited us. Now, I’m not in a hurry.”

“Didn’t the Third Prince have something to say? I’m still waiting.”

Li Zhuo: “Are you sick?”

Cen Yan: “Is this your first day knowing?”

Li Zhuo flicked his sleeve, “Leave if you want.”

After saying that, he put on a stern face and left with his people.

Once everyone had walked far away and couldn’t be seen, Cen Yan finally spoke, “Let’s go.”

As they walked out of the main hall area, their pace slowed. Cen Yan turned to look at Zhuang Dongqing.

He looked dazed, his eyes vacant.

He was frightened.

Cen Yan felt a bit annoyed in his heart, scanning the surroundings but not saying anything, leading everyone onward until they reached the lotus pond by the palace, where the trees provided cover, and then stopped to look at Zhuang Dongqing.

Zhuang Dongqing felt all eyes on him and was confused, “?”

Cen Yan exhaled and gently asked him, “Are you alright?”

Zhuang Dongqing still couldn’t gather his thoughts, “N-no, it’s nothing. The Third Prince didn’t do anything to me…”

Cen Yan knew this; he had seen the first glance and had looked Zhuang Dongqing up and down, so he was clear.

To avoid scaring him again, he restrained his temper and gently corrected, “I’m asking if you’re feeling okay?”

“I know he didn’t do anything to you.”

Zhuang Dongqing was momentarily unable to distinguish the difference between the two, staring blankly at Cen Yan, his eyes wide open.

Sighing inwardly, Cen Yan didn’t say more, just observing Zhuang Dongqing, finally noticing his tightly clasped sleeves.

After thinking for a moment, Cen Yan reached out.

Zhuang Dongqing was caught off guard as Cen Yan grasped his wrist.

Those uncontrollable tremors that had followed him all the way were precisely caught by Cen Yan.

“Are you trembling? Are you very scared?”

Zhuang Dongqing instinctively wanted to say no, but when he opened his mouth, the words stuck in his throat and wouldn’t come out.

Seeing this, Cen Yan didn’t need him to answer; he tightened his grip on Zhuang Dongqing’s hands and calmly said, “It’s okay; he’s already gone. You need to calm down.”

“Oh, I, I…”

He wanted to say he was fine, wanted to respond, but the more anxious he got, the more chaotic it became, and his words were unclear.

“Don’t rush.”

“Close your eyes.”

His tone wasn’t heavy, but it was very firm, making Zhuang Dongqing instinctively comply.

“Take a deep breath.”

“Good, let it out.”

“Take another deep breath.”

“Right, slowly let it out.”

With his vision blocked, it felt like the world had only left him. After several rounds of deep breathing, Zhuang Dongqing’s wildly beating heart gradually slowed its pace.

As he relaxed, he realized his back was sticky; he had unknowingly broken out in a cold sweat.

Seeing that he was feeling better, Cen Yan added, “Let’s sit for a while; there aren’t many people here, so it’s quiet.”

His tone was gentle, like patient coaxing, and Zhuang Dongqing nodded.

By the pond, there was a pavilion built for enjoying the scenery.

Cen Yan led him over, and as he took a step, Zhuang Dongqing instinctively placed his fingers on Cen Yan’s wrist, as if trying to grasp something.

Cen Yan’s brows moved slightly, but he didn’t say anything.

Once they were seated, Zhuang Dongqing didn’t let go of his grip.

Cen Yan didn’t remind him, just stood beside him, allowing him to hold on.