The Emperor was a little dazed by the sudden grand bow.
Jiang Yuechu's expression was indifferent. Clearly, she was long accustomed to the old bastard's shamelessness.
"Leave it alone."
"What about that old Daoist?"
Since she owed him a favor, and he had agreed to keep watch over Chang'an, now that she had returned, she ought to meet him, if only as a matter of courtesy.
What was more—
She had always been somewhat curious and wary of the mysterious old Daoist's origins.
At this, the Emperor and the Li Clan Ancestor exchanged a look, both wearing rather strange expressions.
"Ahem..."
The Li Clan Ancestor cleared his throat, a rare trace of embarrassment appearing on his aged face. "That Daoist said... he wanted to temper his heart in the mortal world and experience the myriad facets of human life."
"And so?"
"And so... he took that disciple of his to Pingkang Ward."
Jiang Yuechu raised an eyebrow. "Pingkang Ward?"
How could she not know what sort of place Pingkang Ward was?
Last time, she and Wei Qing had gone there to deliver a thorough condemnation.
It had left a deep impression on her.
The Li Clan Ancestor said, "Are you going to meet that old Daoist?"
Though he had said earlier that the old man was free to wander as he pleased, they still didn't know the full story behind him. How could they really leave him entirely unsupervised?
Of course, they hadn't sent anyone to follow him at close range.
They had merely kept an eye on him from afar, just enough to know where he had settled.
It was an unspoken understanding between both sides.
"Mm."
"Drunken Immortal Pavilion, Pingkang Ward."
The Li Clan Ancestor gave her the location, then instinctively took half a step back. "I'll sit