"Who else could it be, Master Yun." Xu Jia answered casually.
Ye Rong asked her, "How do you know for sure that Master Yun will go, sister?"
Xu Jia hesitated and then replied, "Isn't it obvious?"
Ye Rong said, "Wow, sister, you're always thinking about other men. Shouldn't you consider my feelings?"
Xu Jia didn't bother with him, "Stop joking around. Your so-called plan isn't reliable at all. The clothes are made, so that's done. As for my appearance, there's no need for deliberate change. If there are people we know in the convoy, I'll step forward and say a word, which would allow us to legitimately follow them to the Northern Border, avoiding the constant fear of being recognized. I don't want to be mistaken for a thief."
"You're absolutely right." Ye Rong gave her a thumbs-up, "But if the Yun Family sends people to the Northern Border and we don't know any of them, what do we do?"
