Zhao Xuanjing did not care about these things. He just hoped that Xie Pinggang, that stupid cow, would understand what he meant. He did not want him to enjoy the good things alone. He wanted to leave some for this poor and weak girl.
Xie Qiao did not know what kind of case the criminal division had, so she only listened to Zhao Xuanjing and did not reply.
The carriage was swaying. Her head was already spinning, so she fell asleep in a short while.
Zhao Xuanjing's gaze fell on her face.
He took off his yellow dragon jade token and placed it in the bamboo basket by Xie Qiao's feet. He covered her with his cloak and told the coachman to go slower.
When Xie Qiao woke up, it was already dark.
Zhao Xuanjing had left at some point. The cloak on her body smelled of ambergris, which was quite nice.
She opened the curtain and saw that she was at the entrance of the Fortune Pavilion.
