"Ling Chen, send the medicine to my secret chamber." After investigating the medicine, Ling Tian nodded his head in satisfaction. Only a few more materials were required.
"Young noble, the information has arrived. The three brothers of the Yang family had booked the third level of the Smoky Thea Tower for 10 consecutive days. They are really despicable." Ling Chen stroked an obedient hawk as she said.
"Mmm, okay." Under the rack of grapes in the courtyard, Ling Tian lay down on a bamboo chair and said with his eyes closed, "Come, help me rub my shoulders. I was angered by that pig head Ling Jian to the point my shoulders is aching."
Ling Chen giggled in response, "Young noble, this is the first time I heard someone’s shoulders ache from anger."
"Whose shoulders are aching?" A bright voice sounded and Yu BingYan walked out from the room. After a good rest, her mood was obviously much better.