Jiang Huai brushed the dust from his clothes, thinking, 'When has a Central Guard Thousand Households like me ever looked so pathetic, having to climb over walls and through windows?'
Meanwhile, Lu Yuan was inside a shop in the city, bobbing his head leisurely to a tune playing on the radio.
This shop was one of the Zhao Mansion's properties.
Jiang Huai knocked lightly on the shop door a few times, and Lu Yuan went to let him in.
"Lord Jiang, you're right on time!" Lu Yuan said with a smile.
Jiang Huai put on an air of importance, found a relatively clean stool, and sat down. "Magistrate Lu, since you've already guessed my identity, why don't you show your respects?"
In terms of official rank, he was indeed superior to Lu Yuan.
Lu Yuan didn't say a word. He simply poured Jiang Huai a cup of tea in an old, worn bowl. A few loose tea leaves floated on the surface.
Jiang Huai glanced at the tea. It couldn't be more ordinary, and he had no desire to drink it.
