The conversation of the four gradually shifted to the Ningxue Sword.
They were almost at the Scholar Residence.
"Since we're nearly home, why not come over for a bit?" Fang Che said.
"No need."
Jing Xiuyun glanced at Zhao Ying'er before saying, "We can cut through this way, and after a few more miles, we'll reach Sister Qin's place; we want to stop by and chat with her."
"Oh?"
Fang Che turned to the lame Hong Er, and with a smile, said, "It seems the whole Guardian Hall is worrying about your lifelong affairs, Er Quezi. If you dare misbehave in the Guardian Hall again... hmph hmph."
"I won't, I won't."
The lame Hong Er clasped his hands in a gesture of pleading, repeatedly begging for mercy.
"He probably won't dare anymore. If he does, we'll go straight to Qin Fang!"
Jing Xiuyun said, "We'll say he went seeking pleasure at the brothel. With our skills, it's no problem to plant some scent or marks on him without him even noticing."
"Sister, oh my dear sister..."
