Mu Yan cast a fleeting glance at the several large chests nearby.
Definitely not sent by Zhan Lan, it must be father and son Zhan Xinzhang.
He took a brief look and said indifferently, "I know."
After speaking, he didn't even take another look and went straight back to his room.
Vermilion Bird stood still, thinking about how to cheer up his master.
Suddenly, a clear voice came from behind, "Vermilion Bird, has Yan returned?"
Vermilion Bird turned around and saw Miss Qingcheng in a beige long dress.
"Miss, the master has returned, but he is not in a good mood," Vermilion Bird didn't want Qingcheng to seek out Mu Yan.
Seeking Mu Yan at this time was simply asking for trouble.
"Okay, I understand." Qingcheng looked expectantly towards Mu Yan's carriage, "It seems like the palace has sent something over today."
Vermilion Bird inwardly cursed, knowing it was bad. Miss Qingcheng had often enjoyed cherries granted by the Emperor in previous years.