One day, Zhang Hua came to the rear courtyard.
Zhang Hua looked at Jie Jiachun, who stood before him, and asked tentatively, "Master Jie, is Young Master Wen in?"
"The Young Master is cultivating. You should wait," Jie Jiachun said, his face devoid of expression.
Zhang Hua quickly replied, "Of course, of course. I'll wait, I'll wait."
Zhang Hua gazed at the room and sighed internally. 'If only I had been more decisive back then. Why did I even bother trying to curry favor with the Wen Family?'
After an unknown amount of time, Wen Qingye slowly pushed open the door.
"Young Master," Jie Jiachun said with a slight bow.
Wen Qingye nodded, then looked at Zhang Hua. Pointing to a stone chair ahead, he said, "Let's go over there and talk."
Zhang Hua nodded repeatedly, perching on just the edge of his seat as he sat down.
Jie Jiachun brought over two cups of tea and placed them in front of Zhang Hua and Wen Qingye.
