Ye Qianning's eyes lit up. "Really?"
"Yes, Immortal's Drunken-inn is open every day." Mr. Li had been searching with the city guards for days, so he knew better than anyone which businesses were open.
"Thank you, Mr. Li." Ye Qianning beamed, then turned and climbed back into the carriage, shouting excitedly, "Luo Wen, to Immortal's Drunken-inn! We're having a feast!"
"Yes." Luo Wen set the carriage in motion.
Mr. Li suddenly remembered something. Just as he was about to offer a warning, the carriage in front of him shot forward.
'How could I have forgotten,' he thought. 'The envoys from the three kingdoms are having a small gathering at Immortal's Drunken-inn today.'
'Miss Xiang going there... surely nothing will go wrong, right...?'
Luo Wen drove the carriage very quickly, its wheels rumbling rhythmically over the stone slabs.
