The next day, in the morning.
In front of the Imperial Preceptor's residence, a man in a plain white robe stood facing the morning light. The breeze gently fluttered his wide robe. His gaze was always on the road not far away.
Beside Qi Yuan stood a young man in a light green robe. The jade leaf-shaped pendant on his body confirmed his identity. He was a high-level spirit arts master from the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion.
"Master, His Highness has never taken you seriously. The Night Justice Bureau often goes against our Imperial Preceptor's residence. It's a little inappropriate for you to wait for His Highness here," the green-robed man said to Qi Yuan. When he mentioned His Highness, his eyes were filled with disgust.
Qi Yuan glanced at the green-robed man indifferently. "Qing Yi, do I usually teach you to gossip behind people's backs?"
