Tao Tao gave a soft snort, walked over to the book basket, and rummaged through the materials she had prepared earlier for disguises:
"I'll help Miss Liu disguise herself once more to keep her hidden."
"I'll have to trouble Brother Shen to make a trip to Ye City tomorrow morning and buy a carriage."
"Miss Liu is frail. The journey to the capital is a thousand li of travel by boat and cart; it would be better for her to travel by carriage."
"Alright!"
Shen Yi decisively held out his hand to Tao Tao:
"Money!"
It was not that Shen Yi lacked money. He spent every day standing around in the wilds, with no chance to enter a city and spend it.
On top of what he had looted from the Black Guard and the travel funds Qin Jianghe had given him, he still had quite a bit left altogether.
But that was his personal money.
What Tao Tao wanted him to do was official business.
Using private money for public matters? He would not do that.
Tao Tao puffed out her cheeks, practically gritting her teeth.
She knew Shen Yi had money.
And quite a lot of it.
The skills she had mastered within the sect meant that whenever she saw someone, the first thing she did was determine whether they had any fat to squeeze.
She enunciated each word:
"Brother Shen certainly draws a clear line."
Shen Yi spread his hands.
Liu Qingci covered her mouth and smiled. She seemed not to have expected that Shen Yi, who had slaughtered his way through the Flying Fish Gang, was not actually cold-blooded and heartless.
He could joke around too.
Thus, Shen Yi's rigid image as a killing god became more vivid, and Liu Qingci's tense mood eased somewhat.
Whoosh.