A long pipe poked out from her veiled hat. It was bright enough that there was no need for a secondary light, not even so late in the night.
"Where are you going, Young Miss? So late into the night. It's dangerous out there." An old grandmother had served her tea at the lonesome tea house by the lonesome road. If it had truly been Hou Ruyen then she would have gleefully grinned at being called 'Young Miss'.
Though, Guang Suixi supposed, that there wasn't any point in antics at this point in time. Guang Suixi, in the shape of Hou Ruyen rose from the wooden bench. "Pack your things and leave this place, least you wish it to be your grave."
The old woman chuckled, "I've already resigned to such a fate."
