Gong Yayue took one last look at the place where she had lived for nearly thirty years.

As a loser, she knew very well that if she continued to stay here, her life would stop here.

In the past, in order to compete for the position of royal heir, she gave up too much and turned herself into a power-hungry woman.

From now on, she wants to live for herself.

Gong Yayue withdrew her gaze, took firm steps, and left without looking back.

Fengming Terrace.

The window of the private room on the second floor was partially open.

Ming Qiuhe sat by the window, holding a teacup in his hand, looking sideways at the opera performance on the stage downstairs.

He had a leisurely posture and said slowly: "Second Master Chu, you are not going to attend the banquet at the Imperial Palace, but you invited me here to listen to music. It's really rare."

Chu Zhou lowered his eyebrows, stirred the floating tea leaves with the lid of the celadon cup, and said lightly: "You didn't go too, didn't you?"

"Me?" Ming Qiuhe turned to look at Chu Zhou and said mockingly: "I am just an ordinary businessman. Firstly, I have not contributed to catching the traitors, and secondly, I have no prominent status. How can I be honored to receive an invitation from the royal family?"

Chu Zhou exposed it rudely: "If you hadn't dealt with it, how could someone like Jiang Shuwen easily come forward to help?"

That's right.

Ming Qiuhe always keeps a low profile and doesn't like to be in the limelight. This time he helped the Xin family solve the case and arrest Zheng Hongan. Although he didn't show up openly, he was secretly helping out.

"Mr. Chu will remember this kindness in her heart, and naturally she will not let Mr. Ming's work go in vain."

Chu Zhou said, put down the teacup, took out a thin rectangular box, and handed it to Ming Qiuhe.

Ming Qiuhe: "This is..."

"Open it and take a look." Chu Zhou motioned.

Ming Qiuhe opened the box with some hesitation, and a faint woody fragrance wafted out, which shocked him.

When he saw what was in the box, surprise flashed in his eyes.

It’s actually a folding fan made of agarwood!

Chu Zhou saw his reaction in his eyes and smiled and said: "I heard that Mr. Ming likes to collect this thing, so he likes it as a token of his gratitude."

Ming Qiuhe didn't care to speak, he couldn't wait to reach out and touch it.

The tentacles are warm, the wood is simple, and it exudes an elegant and refined fragrance.

This is agarwood that is definitely over 500 years old!

Ming Qiuhe is not greedy for fame or fortune, nor is he fond of women. He only has some small pleasures, which is listening to ditties and collecting all kinds of fans!

This gift from Chu Zhou was more than just a gift to him, it was a gift to his heart!

How could he refuse this?

Ming Qiuhe took a breath, put the fan back into the box, and wanted to push it back, "It's too expensive..."

Chu Zhou held his hand and shook his head slightly, "It's nothing compared to what you did for Ah Chen. Just accept it with peace of mind."

Ming Qiuhe looked at the seriousness in his eyes and couldn't refuse anymore. A smile appeared on his face, "Thank you."

The two chatted again, and Chu Zhou talked about his next plan.

Ming Qiuhe was a little surprised when he heard that he was leaving Kyoto, "Are you going back to Haicheng?"

"No."

Chu Zhou thought for a while, "I may have to go abroad, so if I am in China... I may need Mr. Ming to help A Shen. He now has to manage both the Chu family and the Kyoto Chamber of Commerce. He has a lot of responsibilities on his shoulders."

The burden is heavier than before.”

"I will help him." Ming Qiuhe said without hesitation.

Chu Zhou nodded. After saying what needed to be said, he stood up and left.

Ming Qiuhe watched his figure go downstairs and toward the door. He couldn't see him anymore, and then he looked back.

Take the fan out of the box, unfold it slowly, and enjoy it with interest.

Chu Zhou left Fengming Terrace and walked towards his car.
Chapter completed!