Li Qingxian smiled and cupped his hands toward Song Yunjing and his wife inside the room. "It's late. I'll see Senior Sister off. If there's another chance, I'll definitely have Auntie's fish soup again."
"As long as You Fei comes, there'll always be fish soup. This child is good in every way, except she's too thin. It breaks my heart to see it." Madam Song revealed a kindly smile.
Song Baige waggled his brows in the distance.
The two left the Song residence, where the Night Guard's new carriage stood outside.
"I'll see you out of the city."
"Mm."
Once they boarded the carriage, Li Qingxian chatted nonsense as though nothing had happened, while Jiang Youfei remained as calm and indifferent as ever.
After they passed through the gates of Divine Capital, moonlight bathed the earth and the stars blazed brightly.
"I'm leaving." Jiang Youfei's little face was tranquil. She circulated her mana and drifted away like a fairy beneath the moon.
"Send me a message when you get home," Li Qingxian said.
Watching the white figure gradually fade into the night, Li Qingxian boarded the carriage and returned to the Patrol Bureau.
The Ministry of Justice issued no document concerning the surveillance of Chen Zhu, nor did it send anyone to find Li Qingxian.
Li Qingxian cultivated quietly every day.
Every day, he obtained one Fortune Fish.
At the instant the sun sank below the horizon, Li Qingxian walked out of the Night Guard Yamen. Song Baige stood outside a carriage, without his usual joking grin, merely gazing over in silence.
The two nodded. Li Qingxian boarded the carriage.
The carriage rumbled onward.
"Everything ready?"
"Mm."
"Put this on when you get out of the carriage." Song Baige handed him a square white cloth.
"We need masks for battle?"