Entering September, Shangjing's weather grew cooler, the days shorter, and the nights slowly lengthened.
When Song Lingjie returned to the mansion on a break, he heard the servant Tian Hai summarizing and reporting the latest news.
"... Recently, the eldest young master of the Wen Family, Wen Zijun, has been quite close to Prince Zhou. A couple of days ago, there was an auction at Wanbao Building, and the eldest young master of the Wen Family went there with two cousins and a cousin." Tian Hai spoke in a low voice, "It happens that when they arrived, the private rooms were all booked. However, Prince Zhou had booked the number one room, and he cordially invited them to use it, saying he would be leaving soon."
Song Lingjie's expression was already undeniably unpleasant, he said coldly, "Then they shared a room?"
"I heard that they set up a screen to divide the room." Tian Hai cautiously replied.
Song Lingjie let out a laugh.
