Yanyan naturally knew nothing of what had happened in the Zhenbei Palace. Just as he stepped out of the Yaocheng Hall and walked along the nine-curved corridor, a man in silver clothes appeared ahead of him, holding a folding fan and looking exceptionally graceful. Catching sight of Yanyan, the man hurriedly closed his fan, smiled, stepped forward, and bowed. "Young Lord!"
"No need for such formalities, Yuchen! I've told you so many times, given our relationship, you can drop these empty courtesies in the future!" Yanyan withdrew his overbearing aura and said with a faint smile.
Xia Yuchen was his steward. The two of them had grown up together, often accompanied each other on trials, and had survived several brushes with death. They shared a bond forged through life and death.
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