Before dawn, Qi Xian pretended to go for a morning exercise, carrying a sword to the riverside water mill, secretly squatting in wait.
He didn't wait long before he saw a familiar figure, wearing a veil, carrying a hoe on the shoulder, staggering down from the mountain, headed straight for the fields.
When passing by the water mill, the figure glanced at him, only slightly tilting his head and walked away without even greeting.
Qi Xian suspiciously followed, tailing all the way to Qin Yao's field, then unsurely called out, "Junior brother?"
The person wearing the veil did not stop his steps, answered with a muffled 'hmm.'
Unsure if he was overthinking, Qi Xian felt this voice was especially hoarse.
Wait a minute!
Would Liu Ji actually carry a hoe and willingly go to work in the fields?
