Cui Lingyao had just left the mansion.
The next moment, the news reached Xie Jinbai's ears.
He had just come from the palace and hadn't returned to his mansion. Instead, he went to the Hanxuan Tea Garden to discuss matters with a few of his subordinates.
Among them, conspicuously, was Zhao Shijie.
His critically ill wife, who had been at death's door, had made a full recovery and was vibrant once again. As the saying goes, a happy occasion lifts the spirits, and Eldest Prince Zhao's vitality was visibly restored, though his face still held a trace of haggardness.
Now, upon hearing that Cui Lingyao had gone to his home again, the lips of this once-famous noble scion of the Capital City trembled. He couldn't help but complain, "Your Highness, if you don't rein her in, my perfectly fine home is going to be torn apart by all this trouble."
'Rein her in...'
Xie Jinbai's expression was calm as he said coolly, "I can't."
