Today was a holiday, and not many people had come with them. Emperor Quan hadn't planned on eating here; he just let two guards carry some things up with him, leaving the others on the lower floor, ready to leave after delivering the gifts and sitting for a bit.
Of course, Zhan Se's thoughts were much the same.
If not to see her mother, she wouldn't have wanted to set foot in this place at all.
With the man supporting her, she hoisted Little Thirteen with one hand and quickly reached the doorstep of their home.
They hadn't given Yu Yizhen any advance notice of their return.
So, the house likely wasn't prepared for their arrival. Just as she was about to press the doorbell, a clamor of 'bang bang crash crash' sounds came from inside. Mixed with Lu Youde and Yu Yizhen's shouting in argument, and Lu Mang's high-pitched screams trying to mediate.
Clearly, a fight was underway.
Zhan Se frowned, wondering what was going on.
