Chang Xhong asked, "Are you well in the palace?"
Jia Qing grinned, "I'm good now, really well. If it hadn't been for your help back then, I wouldn't be where I am today."
He always remembered the feeling of being close to death; at that time, he truly thought he was going to die.
Chang Xhong raised his teacup, "This is fate between us."
Jia Qing picked up his teacup and raised it, "To fate."
The two no longer talked about the examination fraud case. Instead, they chatted about trivial matters in the capital. After chatting for a while, they parted ways, and Jia Qing took a half-day leave.
Chang Xhong, on the other hand, leisurely walked downstairs, raising an eyebrow, "Brother Wei?"
Wei Zhen was chatting with friends, and when he turned and saw Chang Xhong, he laughed, "Aren't you usually very busy? How come you have time to visit the tea house today?"
