Zhou Cangyan took a step forward, closing the distance between them, as if trying to gauge the truth in her words.
Finally, he let out a soft laugh.
"Forget it."
With just that, he turned and left.
'That's it?'
Song Lianhe gathered her skirts to chase after him, but he was tall and long-legged. In the time it took him to round a corner, he was gone.
She stomped her foot in anger.
'Hmph, so what if he won't take me? I can find my own way back!'
「The next day.」
Zhou Cangyan was dressed and ready to depart.
The most common traffic from Sui Bei to Ling'an consisted of merchant caravans, especially since the local spices were a favorite among the nobles of Ling'an City.
A merchant caravan was therefore the best disguise.
The men from the Qiongqi Escort Agency resumed their roles as Escort Masters, guarding the caravan's flanks.
Zhou Cangyan sat ramrod straight atop his tall steed, reins in hand, and glanced back toward the manor one last time.
