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Outside Chengjin Shop.

Ten Taels of Gold wore an incomparably warm smile as he watched the two women leave.

The two women then headed toward the inn, one after the other.

"Miss, you should finally be satisfied this time, right? Hermit Qinglian's paintings... tsk tsk, I'm becoming more and more curious about what that Hermit Qinglian looks like. He'd better not be some old geezer, or you'll be in trouble, Miss."

On the street.

The two women's figures drew quite a few gazes.

Yet the woman in green showed no sign of noticing anything unusual and merely chatted with the woman in azure.

"An old geezer is still an old geezer. What I like are his paintings and Hermit Qinglian's literary talent, not the man himself. You, ever since you left the palace—oh, no, ever since you left the manor, you've done nothing but make fun of me. Once I return to the manor, I'll have someone investigate Hermit Qinglian's whereabouts. If he really is an old geezer, I'll marry you off to him."

The woman in green chuckled.

The moment those words were spoken, the other woman immediately pulled a long face.

"Miss, Chunxiao was wrong. Chunxiao shouldn't have mocked you. Please, don't marry me off to an old man."

She spoke pitifully.

"That depends on whether you dare mock me again in the future."

The woman in green gave a light laugh.

"Miss, rest assured, I'll never make fun of you again. Oh, right, we've been out of the manor for nearly a month now, and we can only stay outside for another month and a half at most. Before coming, I made an itinerary. The Qingzhou Sword Dao Convention is about to begin. Should we go take a look?"

the woman in azure asked.

"Of course we