Below the Theater Stage.
Ren Ye looked at Old Master Jiang and kept it brief. "If we can establish a connection with the Wang Family's eldest daughter, things might be easier for us down the road."
"If you're going to take a road, take the main road, not the dark back way. It's damp and muddy there, easy to twist an ankle." Old Master Jiang was hardly a proper gentleman himself, and his words carried a double meaning. "Stay safe."
"If you're not back before the private performance ends, we'll come looking for you," Old Liu said solemnly. "Stay on your guard. That woman probably wants something from you."
"I know what I'm doing." Ren Ye nodded.
Xu Qingzhao gave Ren Ye a lingering glance and sent him a mental message. "If you encounter danger, immediately send the Human Emperor Sword into the sky where you stand and have it radiate countless rays of rosy light. Once I see it, I will come save your life."
"As you command." Ren Ye grinned and nodded, replying mentally, "Rest assured, my beloved consort. This prince is pure as ice and jade. I won't let some loose woman lay a finger on me."
"Hmph."
Xu Qingzhao ignored him after that.
Ren Ye rose, exchanged nods with Apu, and left the performance in a hurry without another word.
When Ren Ye and the other lowly nobodies had come to the performance, they had walked the whole way. Their return, however, was quite the grand affair.
Butler Zhu personally escorted them and specially arranged a Studebaker sedan for Miss Wang and Ren Ye. Under everyone's gaze, they made an impressive return to the Wang Residence.
The car drove all the way to the Main Building of the Wang Residence, where six rifle-bearing soldiers standing