Noon.
The Qi family's carriage remained quietly stationed on Chang'an Street, the early autumn scorching sun baking the compartment, yet Qi Xianzun inside simply closed his eyes to rest, seemingly unaffected.
Qi Zhenwu was sweating profusely and couldn't help but lift the curtain to peek outside; the alley near Honglu Temple was still crowded with people.
He turned back to Qi Xianzun: "Second Uncle, it's already a quarter past noon. Chen Ji will not come. You should have some snacks first, so as not to upset your stomach."
Qi Xianzun sat calmly with his eyes closed, his voice tranquil as a still pond: "As Mencius said, though possessing wisdom, it's better to seize the opportunity; though having a plow, it's better to await the time. Let's wait longer, see where he goes after leaving Duke Cheng Mansion."
