"If anyone asks you about this again, tell them: whoever tries to tear down Chunfeng Residence, I, Li Qingxian, will break both their legs," Li Qingxian said.
"Sure thing!" Yu Ping grinned and squared his shoulders. "What were we going to do again?"
"Go to the Ministry of Revenue," Li Qingxian said.
Yu Ping looked baffled.
Luo Jing explained with a chuckle, "Your superior has been seconded to the Ministry of Revenue. He's now a deputy bureau director there."
Yu Ping's head was full of question marks. He followed behind in a daze and stole a glance at Zhou Hen, whose face remained expressionless.
The four continued on their way. Whenever the Night Guards along the road saw them, they stepped to the roadside and bowed their heads slightly in greeting.
Yu Ping saw something in their faces that had not been there before.
Exactly what it was, he could not say.
Still thoroughly confused, Yu Ping followed Li Qingxian to the Ministry of Revenue, then watched as Luo Jing led Li Qingxian to meet the officials of the Sand Province Office. They did not return until nightfall.
The moon set and the sun rose. Li Qingxian opened his eyes early and suddenly realized that he seemed to have nothing to do today before going to the Fate Arts Teahouse.
He had grown used to keeping busy in Far-Reaching City. Now that he was in the Divine Capital, he felt a little out of place.
He lazed in bed for a while, but eventually could not lie there any longer. He got up, washed, and first sent Jiang Youfei a message.
"Sister You Fei, I visited Uncle Song's house the day before yesterday. Auntie Song's fish soup was as delicious as ever. Last night, I kept wondering whether the moon