While Shan Xiao Ya was lost in thought, the group had already reached her. Seeing the woman’s tearful appearance, Shan Xiao Ya helplessly shook her head. “Ah! This is the sorrow of women in ancient times.”
Shan Xiao Ya watched them pass by, feeling a bit of sympathy. But what could she do? After they passed, the street returned to its previous calm, as if nothing had happened.
Shan Xiao Ya turned around, only to face a sinister, smiling face.
“Young Master, what are you doing here?”
Zhao Ye Qing patted Shan Xiao Ya’s shoulder, speaking cheerfully, “How could I leave you behind?”
Zhao Ye Qing, seeing Shan Xiao Ya’s surprised and panicked expression, felt inexplicably happy.
“Xiao Shan, let’s find a way to leave the city and return to Ming Jian Mountain Villa.”
Shan Xiao Ya was stunned. “Aren’t you going to handle your business?”
Zhao Ye Qing stared wildly at Shan Xiao Ya and mysteriously nodded. “I’ll deal with that later. First, I’ll take you to a ‘safe’ place!” When she said “safe,” she drew out the word, clearly implying something more.
Shan Xiao Ya raised an eyebrow, looking at Zhao Ye Qing’s jubilant demeanor. What had changed? Why was she acting so enigmatic?
Zhao Ye Qing’s gaze suddenly became deep, and as he withdrew the hand that had been patting Shan Xiao Ya’s shoulder, he brushed across her cheek. The delicate texture of her cheek made Zhao Ye Qing’s heart tremble.
Shan Xiao Ya felt his fingertips brush across her cheek and turned her head slightly, ignoring her unease. “Young Master, since that’s the case, I can take you out of the city.”
Zhao Ye Qing laughed. After laughing, he leaned close to Shan Xiao Ya’s ear and whispered, “You? A person being hunted everywhere by General Huyuan, wants to take me out of the city?”
Shan Xiao Ya nodded and took out the token given by the King of Jing, waving it in front of Zhao Ye Qing.
She asked confidently: “With this, do you think I can’t take you out of the city?”
