After finishing dinner, the Su Family party returned to the imperial-bestowed residence. In the evening, Han Zhi escorted Su Zhen to the bathhouse as usual. Once Yueping and the other maids went inside to attend to her, he sat down on the steps at the entrance, gazing at the pitch-dark courtyard gate of the bathhouse.
The cool touch of the stone beneath him helped clear Han Zhi's mind somewhat. The voices of Yueping and the others drifted through the carved wooden doors, mingling with the swirling steam. Su Zhen's occasional low laughter was as sweet as honey, seeming very joyful.
He fished out the crumpled case files from his sleeve—this was his privilege, being able to take the files out. Of course, risks and privileges went hand in hand.
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