Leading the group was the very same man from Xijin who had mistaken her clinic for a tavern and stumbled in last time.
His silver-gray eyes, tinged with blue, held an empty yet pure gaze that was unforgettable.
Ji Qingwu went downstairs first.
The man pushed open the window and watched her retreating figure for a long time before leading his men out.
She arrived at the entrance of Anle Hall once again.
After the little eunuch knocked, he handed Granny Cao a pouch of silver taels even larger than the day before. This time, Granny Cao said nothing, simply opening the door to let Ji Qingwu enter.
She had changed back into the drab, gray clothes and, with her head lowered, hurried past the palace maids doing laundry.
Familiar with the way after her first visit, Ji Qingwu no longer needed Granny Cao to guide her and slipped into the room on her own.
Pushing the door open, she saw Tao Wanxin in the same spot as before, leaning against a cabinet and weaving a decorative knot.
