The father and son rushed to the Governor Mansion without stopping, only to find that Lu Yuan was not there either.
Lu Lingxiao frowned, "Father? Where has the Grand Commander gone?"
Lu Xingzhou shook his head, "I do not know."
"Father, could he be deliberately avoiding us?"
Lu Lingxiao held no affection for the Grand Commander who was only a few years older than himself yet wielded immense power over the court.
Lu Xingzhou did not believe that Lu Yuan would purposely avoid them, but he was somewhat surprised.
Though Lu Yuan was arrogant, he was at least diligent. Where could he have gone? What could be more important than the morning court assembly?
The meditation room.
Lu Yuan, dressed in purple robes, knelt on a cold prayer mat, with Bao Shu, dressed like a little tiger cub, crawling behind him.
Opposite him sat an elderly monk in ash-gray robes.
The monk sat upright, fingering a string of Buddha Beads, his gaze distant and ethereal.
