Ji Mingzhu didn't want to be entangled anymore; the longer she stayed in the city, the more likely unexpected events would occur.
A wise person does not stand under a crumbling wall; if she couldn't provoke trouble, could she not avoid it?
Back at the inn, she instructed Gold to pack up, and even had the guards control Xue Jiaming's servant to prevent him from sending any messages out.
Xue Jiaming never imagined the beauty he had in his grasp would suddenly fly away. By the time he got the news, the night was already deep.
The city gates had long been closed, and there was no telling where the beauty had gone.
It was too late to pursue her now!
In his anger, he smashed a fine tea set and beat the servant with a board.
Unable to catch up with the beauty, he could only vent his anger on those meddling in his affairs.
"Who is that person who dared to ruin my good deed?"
"Post his portrait, a reward of a hundred taels of silver!"
