Shen Xiheng had sat in the teahouse for a while before he put down his teacup, arose gracefully, and descended the stairs.
He stood in front of the residence of the eldest prince, looked up to survey it, then spoke to the guard at the door, "Please inform him that I have urgent matters to discuss with the prince."
The visit of the envoy from Dazhao was no secret in Tulan; it had already spread widely.
While the general populace was not aware of the other reasons, Shen Xiheng had still been seen by many as he came and went from the hostel daily.
Seeing the man in front of him dressed in blue robes, carrying an air of distinction, and looking unlike a local from Tulan, the guard guessed his identity and politely said, "I will go now, please, Lord Shen, wait a moment."
Shortly after, the guard emerged, accompanied by the steward of the residence.
The steward was an elderly man with white hair and gentle eyes, who respectfully bowed and said, "Lord Shen, please follow me."
