As he walked away, Qi Su sighed softly.
"How heartless! We were hugging each other just yesterday."
Hei Xiao Er gave her a warning look.
"Don't talk nonsense in front of your master; he doesn't like frivolous people."
Qi Su didn't care.
"It's okay, I don't need him to like me, it's enough that I like him."
What, do I have to change my personality for a man?
After Dao Ci left, the courtyard seemed to get much colder.
Qi Su: "Is Yun Wuyi really gone and never coming back?"
After all, it was said that the garrison commander of Danning City was extremely loyal to the previous dynasty.
Hei Xiao Er: "Of course not. The chess pieces that Master painstakingly nurtured are still here."
A chess piece that was painstakingly nurtured?
Hei Xiaoer realized he had misspoke, and when Qi Su pressed him for more information, he kept a straight face and said nothing.
interesting.
The chess piece. So where has that lucky chess piece landed now?
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Ayan stood under the long corridor watching the snow.
Hearing Qin Shang come out of the room, he turned his head to look over.
Sure enough, Qin Shang, who was speaking to his subordinates with a cold expression, suddenly softened his gaze.
He waved to the person next to him and quickly walked up to her.
Why don't you go inside and instead stand here in the wind?
Ayan: "I didn't want to bother you. Are you done with your work?"
Qin Shang rubbed his temples.
He looked tired after not sleeping all night.
"That's about enough. I'll rest after I'm done."
Ayan watched him quietly.
“Young Master Qin, if you are worried, I can go with him.”
Qin Shang was taken aback.
"Whom are you going with, and where are you going?"
Ayan: "Accompany the monk to Danning City. You and I are allies, and with my Gu techniques, he will never betray you."
Qin Shang stared at her for a moment.
He raised his hand and brushed away the stray hairs from her forehead.
He laughed and said, "How could I bear to let you suffer such a journey? You should go back first; the wind and snow are heavy here."
Ayan hesitated, then Qin Shang emphasized his words.
"obedient."
Ayan's raven-feather-like eyelashes drooped quietly as she watched him walk out of the courtyard gate.
Outside the courtyard.
A guard braved the wind and snow to hurry closer.
"My lord, Dao Ci and his entourage are all ready and waiting for you to come and see them off."
The Qin merchant nodded.
He took a few more steps forward, his face turned cold, and he gave instructions to the people around him.
"Go, have someone investigate. Bei Ting's reach is too far; they need to pull out even the nails."
I made the decision this morning, and I've already received the news.
If Ayan was just his lover, he naturally wouldn't mind having one more informant on the way to Daning.
But she is from Beiting.
Beiting is currently at war with Yanchao in Yunzhou.
I fear the princess of Beiting might actually hope for an early rebellion in the northwest so they can take advantage of the chaos.
…
At the entrance of the official residence.
Amidst the howling wind and snow, the group sat silently on horseback.
The Qin merchant handed a wine pot to the leader.
"It's cold and the road is long, so let's brew some wine to send to our dear friend. Master, please finish this pot of wine before you set off."
The young man sitting on horseback extended a slender hand from his black cloak.
He took the wine flask and drank it all in one gulp.
The Qin merchant smiled with satisfaction.
He urged, "Master, please return soon. I heard that Huatan Temple was attacked by witches on the day of the Bodhisattva's enlightenment some time ago, and they were also looking for wine to repel insects. I sent them a lot of wine, so you can rest assured, Master."
The man on horseback, with dark eyes, stared intently at him.
After a moment, he nodded.
"Let's set off from here."
After saying that, he pulled on the reins, and the entire solemn procession, like an unstoppable bow, disappeared into the wind and snow.
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It was snowing, and there were far fewer people entering and leaving the city gates.
Even in the afternoon, there were hardly any people on the streets.
Jincheng appeared peaceful and serene, without any disturbances.
The embroidered envoy's iron hooves stirred up wind and snow on the long street.
A group of more than a dozen riders, exuding a murderous aura, swept past on the street.
In a teahouse or tavern by the street, a window facing the street was pushed open a crack.
Someone asked in surprise, "Why aren't these officials resting even in this heavy snow?"
Someone responded with a laugh.
"Looks like another lord's household is about to suffer."
Naturally, someone will suffer.
If Qingchuan suffers from war, Jincheng will naturally be unable to escape it.
The powerful and wealthy families in the city will surely be the first to receive the news.
What the Qin merchants need to do now is to meet with each of them individually for heart-to-heart talks.
Tell them with good intentions what kind of crisis they are currently facing.
Everyone should naturally work together. At this time, there's no need to distinguish between "yours" and "mine." We should also take out our supplies and weapons to prepare for defending against the enemy.
What? You don't want to stay in Jincheng anymore, you want to go out and avoid the city.
I'm sorry, but this option is not available for Lord Qin.
It doesn't matter whether there's one more or one less powerful family in Jincheng. What matters is that everyone's property and resources remain neatly and completely in Jincheng.
…
Qi Su, inside the private room of Wangyue Tower, also saw the group of people on the street.
A faint scent of osmanthus wafted from nearby.
The white-clad boy, holding a pipa in his arms, also moved to the window.
"What is your sister looking at?"
Qi Su withdrew her gaze and casually closed the window.
Her fingers slid across the boy's smooth chin.
"Look at the snow."
The boy had already spotted the embroidered envoy outside out of the corner of his eye.
He snorted coldly.
"What's so great about that? If you like, I can dress up like that by wearing their clothes."
Qi Su burst into laughter.
“Very good. However, you should first dress up as a monk playing the pipa.”
…
Wangyuelou is a secluded and elegant establishment, often associated with southern Chinese culture.
Qi Su's ex-husband, Sun Er, was a super VIP at this club.
I've squandered a lot of money here before.
Now, Qi Su, who has returned from the brink of death, is also standing in the same spot.
Doge emoji, she will definitely take back everything that belongs to her.
Including the young official of this Nanfeng Pavilion.
The young man before me is Sun Er's cinnabar mark. He is famous in Jincheng for his excellent cosplay skills.
He claims: I have everything you like.
For example, Qi Su liked monks who wore kasayas. So the young man put on white clothes, held a pipa, and had a dot of vermilion between his eyebrows.
His gaze was piercing, and he certainly seemed somewhat otherworldly.
His white robes are very similar to a kasaya, only much clearer and more transparent.
Qi Su asked curiously, "Are there many people in this city who like monks?"
Why did they even prepare clothes?
The boy snorted coldly, his expression aloof.
"What makes this humble monk inferior to that bald monk of Huatan Temple?"
Excellent, excellent, wonderful!
Qi Su now understands why he's the top performer and charges such a high price.
Qi Su grabbed a handful of the golden melon seeds she had taken from the Sun residence and gave them to him.
The boy gave a cold laugh.
"Who cares about these things? What I want is a long-lasting companionship."
Qi Su: "Did you say the same thing to Sun Er before?"
Boy: "Who is Sun Er?"
Qi Su: "There's only one famous Sun family in Jincheng. The one who was buried just three months ago."
The boy responded with an "oh," his expression indifferent.
"You're asking about him? What's your relationship with him?"
Qi Su laughed and said, "Don't worry, my relationship with him isn't that good either. We were just husband and wife for a few months."
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