The emperor was left somewhat dazed by this sudden grand gesture.
Jiang Yuechu's expression was indifferent; clearly, she had long since grown accustomed to that old bastard's shamelessness.
"Don't mind him."
"Where's that old Daoist?"
Since she had accepted his favor and he had agreed to guard Chang'an for her, now that she had returned, she ought to meet him at least out of courtesy.
Besides.
She had always harbored a measure of curiosity and wariness toward that mysterious old Daoist.
At those words, the emperor and the Li Clan Ancestor exchanged glances, both wearing strange expressions.
"Ahem..."
The Li Clan Ancestor gave a dry cough, a rare hint of embarrassment appearing on his aged face. "That Daoist... said he wished to temper his heart amid the mortal world and experience the myriad facets of human life."
"And?"
"So... he took that disciple of his to Pingkang Ward."
Jiang Yuechu raised an eyebrow. "Pingkang Ward?"
What kind of place Pingkang Ward was, could she not know?
Last time, she and Wei Qing had gone there for a thorough critique.
The impression had been deeply etched into her mind.
The Li Clan Ancestor said, "That old Daoist... are you going to see him?"
Though they had previously said they would let him wander as he pleased.
They still did not know his exact background. How could they truly leave him entirely unchecked?
Of course, they had not sent anyone to shadow him closely.
They had merely kept watch from afar, enough to know where he had settled.
It was something both sides understood without speaking.
"Mm."
"Pingkang Ward, Drunken Immortal Tower."
The Li Clan Ancestor gave the location, then consciously took half a step back. "This old man won't be going. That sort of place... isn't quite suitable..."
Pingkang Ward.