General Fang and Fang Youzhen listened, and both looked at him with some surprise.
Fang Wushen felt a bit uncomfortable being looked at like that.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
Fang Youzhen was curious, "Haven't you always disliked Marquis Wan? Always thinking he stole Zhi'er from us."
Fang Wushen feigned a cold snort, "Am I the type to hold a grudge perpetually?"
"Moreover, he saved me; both sentimentally and rationally, I should personally express my gratitude, because I am a person of rules and etiquette."
"However, this doesn't mean I've changed my view about Marquis Wan."
Fang Youzhen and General Fang exchanged a glance, and both laughed.
Fang Wushen, carrying a gift of thanks, saw Fang Youzhen loading things onto another carriage before leaving.
"Could it be that you're giving Marquis Wan gifts that require two carriages?" he wondered.
Fang Youzhen glanced at him, "The Third Young Master saved you too, so this carriage, of course, is for thanking him!"
