With that said, Li Junqing vaulted over the railing and leaped off the "aircraft."
Xu Yuan momentarily froze as he sensed this.
He had thought this guy would shamelessly hitch a ride on his palace, but unexpectedly, he left so decisively and neatly.
On second thought, it made sense.
This was his first return to the capital as the Young Master of the Prime Minister's Mansion. If someone saw the Third Prince aboard his palace...
That would really be like yellow mud falling into the pants—awkward and hard to explain.
That old rascal was as cautious as always.
Watching his figure gradually disappear, Xu Yuan felt a trace of inexplicable sorrow well up inside.
This surprised him a little.
His relationship with Li Junqing, that sly old rascal, wasn't particularly close.
The few times they had helped each other were purely driven by mutual interests, and they shamelessly threw each other under the bus at the first hint of danger.
