The man in black armor obviously had no idea that Yuchi and Wei Qingzhu were eavesdropping on their conversation. This kind of thing is simply impossible to happen; who would court trouble by going to their South City? Aren't they afraid of Master Xuanhong? Hahaha.
After the two men drank a little too much, naturally, they would talk freely. The conversation flowed quickly, but Yuchi didn't know exactly what they were discussing. He could only judge the gist of their words through his understanding of the young girl, Qingzhu.
As for Qingzhu? At first, she occasionally glanced over at Yuchi, even revealing a meaningful smile. But later, her expression gradually became calm, as if she had heard something remarkable.
By the time the conversation was nearing its end, little Qingzhu's face had turned red. Of course, she did that—nighttime, a beauty with blushing cheeks, her tender lips slightly parted, exuding a different sense of shyness.
