In the hostel, Mo Qingshan stood by the window, looking in the direction of the Imperial City, stroking his beard and saying, "It's already been an hour; how come they haven't returned yet?"
Shen Xiheng, who was studying the blueprints of Zhaixing Pavilion, heard this and looked up at him, casually responding, "There shouldn't be any problems, should there?"
Mo Qingshan shook his head, "I don't know."
Although he was quite certain that Jiang Xuerong was no match for those two, it was unpredictable; Jiang Xuerong might resort to some ruthless tactics.
Shen Xiheng turned the blueprints spread out on the desk in another direction, and while writing down notes on the side, he said, "Since you're worried, why not go into the palace? Worrying here needlessly won't help much."
After pondering for a moment, Mo Qingshan nodded and replied, "That might work."
Shen Xiheng put down his pen and together they walked towards the direction of the Imperial City.
