Feeling quite unhappy, Zhongli Yan returned to Minhe Temple, thought for a moment, and turned towards the back door. Carefully, he made his way to the area where the Chuguo envoy was located, silently slipping into the courtyard. His luck hadn't been good these days, so he decided not to go out and stay in until the inauguration ceremony began.
Then he saw...
Dou Zhao.
The famous eldest son of the Dou Family was enjoying a honeydew melon, juice splashing everywhere, it smelled delightful.
Seeing him, Dou Zhao generously waved his hand: "Come, have a taste. Jade honey melon from the grassland, it's a delicacy, worth its weight in gold!"
Zhongli Yan glared: "What are you doing in my courtyard?"
Dou Zhao paused, looked at him, and said: "I thought about waiting for your good news, and figured I should wait in your courtyard. Otherwise, I'd miss it. So, what happened? You look so arrogant, you must have won, right?"
Zhongli Yan rolled his eyes: "Mind your own business!"
