Watching the entourage of the Princely Heir to Prince Hejian leave this area filled with noble buildings, Zhao Douan also bowed his head, lost in thought.
He had roughly grasped the depth of the Princely Heir to Prince Hejian, who was a notch above the eccentric Yanshan Commandery Princess in terms of temperament, but in the eyes of an experienced courtier like Zhao Douan, he wasn't much different from a mere stream.
He indeed had talent, but it was limited.
Yet what truly caught his attention was the sentence deliberately said by the Princely Heir to Prince Hejian earlier.
"Sir? Should we follow them?" Hou Renmeng, feeling unfinished, sheathed his sword and couldn't help but ask.
Zhao Douan thought for a moment and nodded, "You all go and follow them, leaving just a driver. Ha, the morning is almost over. Even if they don't extinguish their desire to visit the nobles, they probably won't continue today."
