Hua Mantian had a thousand words to say, but Li Dalu wouldn't let her speak.
At least until her junior brother returned to the imperial capital, she couldn't let these people know certain things.
Otherwise, it wouldn't take long for the person in the palace and some interested parties to find out.
So the group ate pastries and drank tea at the prince's residence, chatting for a while. Tang Qingyu tried to ask about Wang Xian, but Hua Mantian answered every question with "I don't know."
The spring breeze made everyone drowsy, so they had no choice but to take their leave.
Long Qingmei and Bai Zhi also left a few purses behind before following them to the Tang Clan's other residence.
They knew, too, that Hua Mantian probably had things to discuss with Li Dalu alone. Even Liu Xian'er left with two purses of money the gentlemen had given her, grinning from ear to ear.
The little girl hadn't expected to spend hardly any money on her trip to the imperial capital of Jinling, and instead come away with a little windfall.
She could ask her teacher about Wang Xian later.
With so many people around, how could clever Liu Xian'er possibly put her teacher in a difficult position?
After taking one of the Academy's wound-healing pills, Hua Mantian sat beneath a peach tree, smiling as she looked at Li Dalu.
Though the battle on the long street still left her shaken to this day,
when she thought of that sword in the wind, she figured that aside from Li Dalu of the Academy, the man who would inherit the teacher's legacy, perhaps only Wang Xian of Jinling City could have wielded it.
But Jinling Ferry was clearly too far away. Here in the imperial capital, Li Dalu was