Duke of Dingguo's residence.
Xie Ziyuan went to check on the deranged Xie Xian.
Second Master Xie was inside the room, hurriedly packing up his valuables. His panicked and fearful demeanor made it seem as if the entire Duke of Dingguo's residence was about to be raided and exterminated.
Standing at the doorway, Xie Ziyuan was immediately noticed by the servants of the second household, who looked at him as if he were their pillar of support.
"Young Master."
Xie Ziyuan gave a slight nod, signaling for the servants to withdraw.
Xie Xian, completely lost in his own turmoil, didn't even hear the servants' voices. He was half-buried under the bed, his upper body squeezed underneath as he desperately groped around, trying to retrieve the private stash of money he had hidden there.
Xie Ziyuan watched quietly. It was only when Xie Xian, panting heavily, emerged from under the bed clutching a small chest of silver that he finally spoke.