"Where did you buy this table from? How dare you sell it to others with this kind of quality?" she hissed.
"A splinter is stuck in my flesh..."
She didn't dare light a lamp to make a noise. Since it was dark and she couldn't see anything, she ran to the window and, squinting as she pulled out thorns by the moonlight, suddenly saw a beam of light reflected from the bronze mirror placed by the window, quietly shining on something in the room.
Intrigued, she walked over and saw that it was just an ordinary wooden comb. She picked it up and examined it for a moment, and was about to put it down when she suddenly remembered something.
"...This comb isn't the one I used to comb his hair, is it?"
Let's look at it again.
Um……
That's true.
He kept it, probably thinking she would recognize it at a glance, but Zheng Quchi was ashamed to admit that she wouldn't have remembered it if she hadn't touched it and felt that it resembled her own craftsmanship.
Is there anything on this?
"Could it be some kind of code again?"
Zheng Quchi is now somewhat intimidated by this kind of decryption.
"Huh?"
No, there's actually a crevice in here?
She quickly pulled out a thin blade she carried with her and pried and pried inside, finally... prying out a single strand of hair.
"..."
It wasn't paper, it wasn't a letter, it was a single strand of hair.
She sighed, "I have to guess again. Last time, I wasn't even sure if I got the character 'Zheng' right. Now, how am I supposed to guess even a single hair's breadth in order to appear more in sync with them?"
A single strand of hair, black and thin...
Should I tell her to walk down the dark and narrow path?
Hair, head, top... her thoughts wandered, and she eventually began to guess whose hair it was.
I touched it; the hair was a bit coarse and curly... uh, it looks like hers?
No, the code is "Zheng," and the clue is her hair again... Could it be...?
She carefully put the comb away and went back... unable to sleep, staying awake until dawn.
When Gongshu Jiruo arrived, he noticed that her eyes were lifeless and she had dark circles under them. He asked her curiously, "Didn't you sleep well last night?"
"Yes, yes, I had insomnia because I was too excited about going to Beiyuan." She forced a smile.
Gongshu Jiru thought to himself, "This doesn't sound like excitement; it sounds like he's so worried he can't sleep."
But he didn't say anything, only saying, "...Then let's set off."
Zheng Quchi then made a request: "Master Gongshu, I would like to travel by my dragon-drawn chariot, is that permissible?"
"But that was originally yours, it should have been with you."
The sky was a clear, bright blue, the spring sun was not as scorching as in summer, and the wind was pleasant. The group walked at a steady pace on the yellow earth, and the Tiger Roar Pass was not far away.
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