Compared to the smug satisfaction of Miss Yi Ling, Ji Xinhe's mood was evidently not so elevated.
Upon leaving Hua Manlou, he had barely set foot on the horse carriage when his jovial smile disappeared in an instant.
Xiaoyu carefully attended to him at the side, "Young master, did the conversation with Miss Yi Ling not go well?"
Given Ji Xinhe's current demeanor, it was clear that his mood was poor. As a closely attendant servant, how could she not notice?
With an indifferent voice, Xinhe responded, "The conversation was not particularly unsuccessful, everything is going according to plan."
"But, Young Master, you seem ... "
With a hint of self-mockery, Xinhe forced a smile, "There's nothing wrong, it's just disheartening."
During the conversation that just passed, although the exchange of words seemed intimate and heartfelt, both sides clearly concealed their thoughts. Every word and phrase deeply calculated before being uttered.