Xie Xuanyi was momentarily stunned.
He squinted his eyes, calmly observing Chen Jingxuan.
The latter was merely holding a book, silently taking money near the furnace, pretending to be immersed in the music, intentionally ignoring everything else.
What a guy.
Chen Jingxuan, this fellow, has kept something hidden. He convinced me to be a part of the diplomatic mission, but this news wasn't told to the young emperor?
Wait.
What does this mean?
Xie Xuanyi instantly understood Chen Jingxuan's intention.
If the previous encounter at the Red Pavilion was but a trial initiated by the young emperor under Chen Jingxuan's instigation, then today's was her formal invitation.
Quite obviously.
These days, the young emperor had been observing him.
And today, the dust had settled.
