"Leaving already?" Zhao Douan asked in surprise, as their departure was truly sudden.
Young Tributor Song Jinxi replied with an "Mm," explaining:
"Their injuries aren't severe, and perhaps because they lost, they don't want to stay any longer. So, after a brief recovery, they packed their things and prepared to leave, politely refusing even the farewell arrangements we set up. Didn't you want me to keep watch and notify you when they were ready to leave?"
Zhao Douan took a deep breath and asked, "Where are they now?"
On the main road leading to the gates of the Imperial City, a carriage rolled along, its wheels grinding over the stone pavement. Chai Keqiao personally acted as the coachman, holding the reins, one leg dangling, his straw sandals swinging to and fro.
Seeing the city gates approach, he turned his head, lifted the curtain, and asked Xiao Ran in the carriage, "Are you really leaving now? You're not going to see your aunt? The Empress should permit it."
