In the evening, it was the busiest time in Shangjing City, with silk lantern frames hung on the walls along the streets, waiting to compete in splendor tomorrow night.
Chen Ji carried Yuan Xing as he walked among the pedestrians on Vermilion Bird Street, with cow carts and mules passing by, jingling their copper bells.
An Imperial Guard followed far behind them, his gaze cautiously fixed on the two.
Chen Ji seemed oblivious.
He subtly lowered his voice and asked, "Which Medical Hall should we go to for treatment?"
Yuan Xing lay on Chen Ji's back, pretending to be dead, his lips slightly moving: "Which Medical Hall can reconnect a tendon? They aren't capable of that; if you want the tendon reconnected, you must go to the Yuanjue Temple to seek the monks there."
Chen Ji replied, "Then let's not treat it."
