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Qu Ling raised his head and looked at the dripping wet Sapporo, and only after a while did he realize that there was a big word written on it, "Tea".

The word "liquor" would be hung outside the restaurant, while the word "tea" would be hung outside the teahouse.

Therefore, this shabby little store in front of him must be a tea house without a doubt.

Qu Ling kept his oil-paper umbrella and walked in.

The bracelet on her wrist guided her all the way here, then suddenly changed directions.

Even so, she planned to go in and take a look.

The manager, who was in his fifties, was clearing up the teapot when he heard footsteps. He didn't even lift his head as he asked, "What tea do you want to drink, sir?"

After he asked, he seemed to have thought of something and raised his head to look at the second guest of the day.

Suddenly, the steward made an 'oh' sound and murmured, "I don't think this lady is here for tea."

Also? Qu Ling remained calm and collected as he looked at the manager, he casually placed the umbrella by the door and found a table and chair nearby and sat down, "The storm outside was heavy, I walked past here and entered to rest. "I don't know anything about tea. The steward can just serve me a pot of tea."

The manager did not say anything, and quickly brewed a pot of tea and brought it to Qu Ling.

After placing down the tea leaves, he took out a thin piece of paper from his bosom and handed it over to Qu Ling, "Just now, a handsome young master came to the tea house to drink tea and left half an hour ago. Before he left, he entrusted me with the task of passing this letter to a young lady who is wearing a hat."

Qu Ling did not take it, and asked with interest: "Are you so sure that the person he is talking about is me?"

The manager smiled and said, "Ordinary girls don't wear hats."

In the strictly hierarchical country of Qi, every man could wear a hat, but not every woman could.

A girl who could wear a "hat" on her head would either have a position in the palace or have an extraordinary status.

And these two people, will not choose to wear a hat, but will put on a beautiful crown.

Qu Ling felt that this was reasonable and accepted the letter with a smile.

There were only three short lines on the letter:

Don't worry.

You can handle the brocade clothes.

Xiao Jue

In the country of Qi, when a man performed the Weak Crown Ceremony, he would abandon his childhood name and use a title that a respected elder had helped him to get.

For a long time past, most people only recognized its "character" and not its "name."

He did not know if Xiao Jingyue was worried that the letter would be misdelivered or if there were other ways to reveal his identity and whereabouts, so he had left an old nickname on the letter.

Looking at the name on the signature, Qu Ling was startled. Only then did he remember that it was Xiao Jingyue's name.

As a result, the authenticity of this letter became much higher.

Adding on the fact that the letter was indeed Xiao Jingyue's handwriting, Qu Ling no longer suspected anything.

After putting away the letter, he spoke again in a gentler tone. "Where is the servant girl?"

"Miss, please wait a moment." The supervisor said as he walked into the room.

Not long after, the manager came out from the back room with a woman in his arms.

That's right, it was a lift.

Qu Ling's eyes flashed, and laughed: "I never thought that a mere manager of a tea house would actually hide his true strength."

The supervisor said with a faint smile: "He hid his abilities well and dared not to show them to others. He only practiced a few moves for the sake of strengthening the body. He is not allowed to show off his skills."

Hearing that, Qu Ling did not pursue any further.

The steward poured her a cup of tea and retreated to the side, busying himself with his own affairs.

After about an hour, Jin Yi, who was lying on the floor, woke up.

He sat up with a blank face and subconsciously checked his surroundings. His eyes were full of fear and vigilance.

Qu Ling did not make a sound as he held his teacup with both hands and looked at her.

When Jin Yi saw her, she was so frightened that her face turned pale. "Little …" "Miss …"

However, he felt a lot of guilt in his heart. He could not help but feel uneasy when facing his young miss.

Qu Ling took a good look at her expression, and asked calmly: "You're the one who let Xiao San and Lady Mu Rong go?"

Jin Yi crawled up and knelt in front of Qu Ling with his head lowered. He said in a hoarse voice, "… "Yes."

"Who are you following?"

"Rong …" Young Master Rong. "

"Why did you come?"

"I don't know."

Qu Ling looked at her but did not say a word.

The teahouse was quiet for a time.

Even the steward, who had politely stepped aside to let the master and servant speak in peace, did not make the slightest sound.

Jin Yi was so nervous that his palms were covered with sweat. He said fearfully, "This servant will guess that young master Rong wants a general … General's... "My life."

From the moment had traveled to Tong Huai Palace, he had treated her very well and badly, and had not mentioned anything about himself to her at all.

Jin Yi only guessed that Rong Xi wanted Xiao Jingyue's life after experiencing the events in the cave.

Qu Ling asked again, "Did you save Rong Xi?"

She was referring to the matter of Rong Xi being injured in the cave.

Rong Xi had originally been severely injured, but even with her pills protecting her life, she might not be able to leave with just her own abilities.

But when they returned, Rong Xi was no longer there. Someone had obviously saved him.

Other than the woman who released Xiao San and Murong Shan, he did not think much about this person.

Jin Yi closed his eyes and said, "Yes."

When the poison broke out, even in her dreams she wanted to kill Rong Xi, she did not expect that in the end, when Rong Xi was on the verge of death, the one who would save him would actually be her.

Qu Ling hesitated for a moment, then asked: "You and Rong Xi, he …"

Jin Yi suddenly raised his head, opened his mouth, and was about to explain.

Suddenly, a familiar pain rose from his heart.

After realizing that it was a sign of poison, she quickly lowered her head and swallowed her words.

His hands, which were clasped uneasily in front of him, subconsciously tightened.

In the end, he chose to replace the answer with silence.

He was willing to sacrifice his life for the future.

However, silence was often the root of all these misunderstandings.

Qu Ling thought back to the time when he told Jin Yi to find someone to spend half his life in peace, and started to size her up with narrowed eyes.

After waiting for a long time, seeing that Jin Yi was still unwilling to explain, disappointment sprouted in his heart.

She was silent for a moment, and finally lowered her voice: "Although in name you are my servant girl, but all these years I rarely care about you, and now I don't care either. You can choose to follow by my side or go back to Rong Xi's side. I won't stop you, but I won't let you live in the future either.

Not only was it the snake hairpin, but the silk dress was also one of the "relics" her mother had left her. It was a personal servant that her mother had found for her when she was still alive, a playmate she always had for her. She always had some sisterhood towards the silk dress, and did her best to let it live freely and not be bound by the high school's rules.

After all, as a non-humankind being in a foreign land, it was hard for him to blend into the environment.

How sad would it be to lose your freedom?

Hence, even in this situation, she still chose to respect Jinyi's wishes.

Hearing this, Jin Yi raised his head in astonishment. His eyes widened in disbelief.

Qu Ling did not look at her. He finished the cup of tea and got up to say goodbye to the manager.

It was still drizzling outside, so Qu Ling opened up his oil-paper umbrella and slowly stepped into the drizzle.

Jin Yi ran out from the teahouse. Looking at Qu Ling's delicate back, memories of the past suddenly surfaced in his mind.

Her eyes suddenly reddened, and she blurted out, "Miss! Be careful of Miss Murong! "