She disguised herself as a maid and turned Qingyang into a rich young master.
The four of them, dressed neatly, entered the city openly and checked into an inn, enjoying a proper life like ordinary people for a while.
When they were leaving, Su Qiao nearly died laughing when she saw Zhao Jingting's name and portrait on the city wall by the gate.
She quietly nudged the man beside her. "Are you sure that's supposed to be you?"
Zhao Jingting stared expressionlessly at the painting on the wall. "The name is mine."
Su Qiao examined the portrait carefully, utterly speechless.
"With artistic skills like this, they actually have the nerve to hang it on the city wall? Is the imperial court really that short of people?"
Even if they hadn't seen Zhao Jingting for many years, they should at least have drawn his features properly.
The person in the portrait had narrow eyes, a huge mouth, and a flat nose. What part of him looked like Zhao Jingting?
Well, if she had to force a resemblance, it was probably the long hair.
Zhao Jingting had no interest in dealing with any of this. He took her hand. "Let's go."
"We're really not going back? I heard your mother is still alive."
Over the past two days, Su Qiao had also gathered quite a bit of information in the city.
Most of it concerned the imperial court's movements and the situation in the capital.
"Whether she's alive or not has nothing to do with me."
"I've never considered her my mother."
There was no ripple in Zhao Jingting's eyes. He truly felt nothing for so-called familial affection.
"Oh. Then let's find a way to go overseas." As it happened, Su Qiao didn't particularly like places such as the capital and the