Guanghan Guest!
Upon hearing these three words, Pei Xingyuan's expression grew more astonished: "Didn't you say this person has always been elusive, and you haven't seen him?"
Shen Wuzheng replied gravely: "I indeed haven't seen him in person. That day at the poetry competition, he stayed hidden in a private room, and the poem was delivered by someone else for the competition. I don't even know whether the person is male or female."
"Then—"
"However, because the poem was exceptionally brilliant, I did become interested in the person who could write such a magnificent piece, so I paid attention to the room he was in."
"So, what did you see?"
"Although that Guanghan Guest left through the back door right after winning the poetry competition, his servant gave some reward money to the servant boy before leaving."
"Reward money?"
Pei Xingyuan's eyes brightened: "Could it be—"
Shen Wuzheng nodded: "It was at that moment that I saw the money pouch from a distance."
"..."
