Tang Wanju had left, and even stopped administering the medicine...
Anyway, he was almost healed.
Poor Bao Qin had just arrived, dusty from her travel, not even a day ago; she had barely begun her vacation plans when she was taken away against her will, weeping loudly, still cruelly dragged by the young lady.
Zhao Changhe didn't even know whether Tang Wanju left because she didn't want to become a catastrophic temptress, or because she was afraid that after he recovered, she would be—what terrific timing to run away.
Wordlessly, he returned to his own house; the once bustling courtyard had become desolate, the only constant being Tang Buqi's broad face, which had shifted from stern to all smiles.
It was evident that, after several days of turmoil, Tang Buqi had concluded his affairs in Huiji and had gained complete control over the place, now inclined to add some attendants to his residence.
The servants in his own courtyard were all male, and elderly at that.
