In White Emperor City, Qing Ling's group arrived. Yin'er pushed the wheelchair, staring at the exceptionally bustling streets with her big eyes, nearly unable to take it all in.
"Sister Murong, help me push for a while."
After saying that, Yin'er abandoned the person in the wheelchair and ran off to the side, happily buying things.
Seeing this, Qing Ling slowed her pace with a headache. This girl's carefree, thoughtless nature truly resembled her master when he had first entered the palace.
Murong stepped forward and pushed the wheelchair. Looking at the woman beside her, she asked, "Miss Qing, after all these years, will Miss Ruoxi still be here?"
"She should be."
Qing Ling nodded. "Ruoxi wrote before that she and Wulei were guests at the Ji family's home. Later, they never returned. Perhaps something delayed them."
"How should we find her? Go directly to the Ji family?" Murong asked softly.
Qing Ling shook her head. "One must not have the intention to harm others, but one must always guard against being harmed. Ning Chen's identity cannot be known by others. I alone will go to the Ji family."
Murong considered it, then nodded in agreement.
The two continued onward. Ahead of them, Yin'er ran about everywhere, buying who knew how many things along the way, her hands and mouth stuffed full.
"I heard Young Master Ning was a cold and heartless man. I never expected the disciple he raised to be like a child."
Murong pushed the wheelchair, her expression calm.
"Yin'er's temperament is very much like Ning Chen's when he was young. It was only because he later went through too much that he came to seem so unapproachable. In truth, he is the person in this world who dislikes conflict the most." Warmth appeared in Qing Ling's