Gong Yayue finally glanced 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 there.

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

From now on, she wants to live for herself once.

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

Fengmingtai.

The windows of the second floor private room are half open.

Ming Qiuhe sat by the window, holding a teacup in his hand, and admiring the opera performance on the stage downstairs.

He was casual and said slowly: "Mr. Chu, it's really rare that you didn't go to the banquet at the Lord's Mansion, but you asked me to come here to listen to music."

Chu Zhou lowered his eyebrows and eyes, used the celadon cup lid to pluck the floating tea leaves, and said lightly: "Didn't you go?"

"Me?" Ming Qiuhe turned his head and looked at Chu Zhou, saying self-deprecatingly: "I am just an ordinary businessman. I have no contribution to catching the traitor, and no prominent identity. How can I be honored to receive the royal invitation?"

Chu Zhou unceremoniously exposes it: "If you hadn't been to deal with it, how could a person like Jiang Shuwen easily come forward to help?"

This is right.

Ming Qiuhe has always been low-key in his work and does not like to show off. This time, he helped the Xin family overturn the verdict and arrested Zheng Hongan. Although he did not show up openly, he kept helping to walk around in secret.

"This kind of kindness Chu remembers in his heart, so naturally he won't let Mr. Ming get busy."

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

Ming Qiuhe: "This is..."

"You open it and take a look." Chu Zhou signaled.

Ming Qiuhe opened the box with a little hesitation, and a faint woody fragrance drifted out, which shocked his expression.

Seeing what was in the box clearly, his eyes flashed with surprise.

It's actually a folding fan made of agarwood!

Chu Zhou saw his reaction and said with a smile: "It turns out that the teacher likes to collect this item and express his gratitude to him."

Ming Qiuhe couldn't wait to speak and could not wait to reach out and touch it.

The tentacles are warm, the wood is simple, and the elegant and unrestrained fragrance emits.

This is agarwood that has been absolutely for more than five hundred years!

Ming Qiuhe is not greedy for fame and fortune, nor is she a good woman. She has only a little fun, just listen to the songs and collect all kinds of fans!

The gift Chu Zhou gave was not just about his preferences, but about his heart!

How could he refuse this?

Ming Qiuhe took a breath slightly, 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, "Compared with everything you did for A Chen, it's nothing. Just accept it with peace of mind."

Ming Qiuhe looked at the seriousness in his eyes, and it was hard to refuse again, and a smile appeared on his face, "Thank you."

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

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

"No."

Chu Zhou thought for a while, "I might have to go abroad, so in China... I might need to help you with more Mr. Ming. He now has to manage Chu's family and Kyoto Chamber of Commerce. The burden on his shoulders is heavier than before."

"I will help him." Ming Qiuhe said unruly.

Chu Zhou nodded, and after he finished what he should say, he stood up and said goodbye.

Ming Qiuhe watched his back downstairs and walked out the door. He could no longer see it, and then he withdrew his gaze.

Take out the fan in the box, slowly unfold it, and enjoy it with great enthusiasm.

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