Xie Qiao heaved a sigh of relief. She looked around and realized that she had already arrived at the inn.
No wonder she felt so comfortable sleeping.
After washing up, Xie Qiao went downstairs.
"Master Zhao, where are the bones?" Xie Qiao's address had changed since they were not in the capital.
Zhao Xuanjing's gaze fell on her face for a moment. Then, as if nothing had happened, he said, "They are in the funeral home. Someone is watching over them."
With Xie Qiao's character, he was afraid that she would have to do everything herself.
Since the bones had been dug out, she might have to find a place with good feng shui to bury them.
Sure enough, Xie Qiao nodded. "I'll buy some things later and hire some people. Although it won't be a grand funeral, there should be coffins at least."
Xie Qiao was extremely responsible to her clients.
