Song Guo arrived at Leng Yu Yan's courtyard with two bundles on his back.
One was Leng Yu Yan's, and the other belonged to Miao Zhu.
Seeing him come over, Miao Zhu lifted the bundle from his shoulder and glared at him irritably, "What nonsense were you spouting in front of so many Masters just now?"
"I wasn't spouting nonsense; it was all true," Song Guo said, smiling ingratiatingly at Leng Yu Yan.
He took a comb out of his bosom and placed it before Leng Yu Yan, "Commandery Princess, this is from His Highness for me to deliver to you."
Leng Yu Yan glanced at it and knew it was the comb made by a certain person. She spoke indifferently, "I don't want it; take it back."
"Why?" Song Guo was very puzzled.
"Your Master previously said it was just for me to use, not really for me."
"Did he say that?"
"Mhm, why would I lie to you?" Leng Yu Yan smiled faintly, "Besides, I have returned home now, how many combs do I need?"
