Qin Yi waved his hand coldly, and the woman in green immediately dragged the wailing shopkeeper away.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Quan Sima returned with the search and rescue dogs.

"Your Highness, we can continue the pursuit!"

The thunderous sound of horses' hooves rose again, slowly fading into the night.

In a corner of the inn, the innkeeper, who had been huddled up with his head in his hands, slowly got up.

He dusted himself off, his expression too calm, as if he weren't the one who had just been begging for mercy.

He strode to the front desk, took out a signal flare from a hidden drawer, ran to the backyard, and fired it into the sky.

However, a hidden weapon flew by and knocked the signal flare out of the shopkeeper's hand.

"Who? Uh!"

The second hidden weapon successfully brought down the shopkeeper.

On a nearby rooftop, the woman in red, who was lying there, gave a sarcastic smile and whispered, "Just as Your Highness predicted, this inn is a den of spies in Nanjing."

The village is located two to three hundred miles away from Shicang County.

"Young lady, the fabric of this dress is not as good as yours, but you'll have to make do with it." The old woman put down a stack of clothes, but hesitated and did not leave.

Nanqianyue looked displeased. "Why aren't you going out yet?"

The old woman asked respectfully with a smile, "Does the young lady not need any service?"

"No need." Nan Qianyue pushed the old woman out, and just as she was about to close the door, she casually asked, "What should I call you?"

The old woman smiled kindly, "My humble name is not worth mentioning, young lady, just call me Good Old Woman."

Nanqianyue hummed in agreement and slammed the door shut.

A dissatisfied man's voice came from outside, "Why are you so polite to her? She's just a little bit pretty and has caught the master's eye. Who knows when the master will get tired of her?"

“Don’t talk nonsense.” The old woman’s voice was very serious. “If the master hears these words, your life will be over.”

The man scoffed.

But the next instant, a silver needle flew into his forehead.

The man's pupils dilated little by little, and he collapsed.

The person who made the move did not appear; only a voice pierced the air, saying, "The lord commands that anyone who disrespects Miss Nan shall be killed."

The old woman's expression was complicated, and she dared not say more. She simply ordered her men to drag the man's body away.

She turned to look at the simple house, where the shadow reflected on the paper window trembled.

The old woman felt sorry for her; Miss Nan must have heard it.