The next day, early morning.
Zhao Douan got up and washed. After having a simple breakfast with his retinue, he ordered to prepare the carriage, intending to personally go to the Shen family to mourn.
There was no surprise from Eunuch Hai and others regarding this order. Familiar with "Yama Zhao's" style, they knew that after the Shen family abandoned the option of offering peace last night, only one path was left for them.
The carriage left the inn, and on the way, Zhao Douan casually bought a flower basket on the street, laughing, "One cannot go to a memorial empty-handed."
Bodhisattva Bodhi, who insisted on sharing the carriage with him, smiled faintly, "This humble monk can perform a religious ceremony for the second son of the Shen family."
You're quite proactive... Zhao Douan raised his eyebrows, thinking to himself that when a woman takes the initiative, it's really not so hard to pursue... slow warming doesn't exist.
