A steward who fit every stereotype—looked just friendly, professional, and attentive.
"Thank you, Prince, thank you, sir."
After their chat, just as Wen Yan was about to leave, Lord Zhu gifted Wen Yan a jade pendant, with two big characters engraved on it.
Stable.
"Take it. I've had this for ages, but never had a use for it. These warhorses you brought are quite eye-catching, to be honest. You better put them away."
Wen Yan caught Lord Zhu's gaze and couldn't help laughing. He thought for a moment, then said,
"There's one more thing I'd like to trouble you with, Prince."
"Go ahead, just say it."
"These warhorses, it's not ideal to keep them in the stable all the time, and I don't have anywhere to keep them either. Prince Zhu, could you take care of them for a while?
Except for the Blue Mane Horse—any of the others, if one catches your eye and the horse's willing, just consider it a gift from me to you.
When I find a good place someday, I'll come pick them up."
