In the evening, Helan Zong, the Duke Xuan, finished his day's work and returned home.
His wife, as always, attentively helped him change his clothes, but today she seemed a little preoccupied, her brows slightly furrowed, as if she had something on her mind.
"What's wrong?" Helan Zong asked. "Who upset you?"
Setting aside his official robe, Zhang Yizhu sighed softly. "There's something I need to tell you."
"What is it, so serious?" Helan Zong said dismissively.
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