That night.
Cao Jinxing and Qin Xuanji arrived at the Right Guard garrison in Hangzhou, where Zhao Yeting arranged two excellent rooms for them.
Ming military camps followed the guard-and-garrison system and housed military households. Military experts were stationed there, making their defenses as solid as iron walls. Even experts from the Demon Cult dared not force their way in.
The two enjoyed a good night's sleep.
Early the next morning.
With her internal injuries eighty percent healed, Qin Xuanji changed into a black dress and stood prettily in the courtyard, a qin case on her back.
Clothes made the person, just as a saddle made the horse.
Now that her stunning looks had returned, she stood in the courtyard in her black dress like a black lotus in full bloom, her purity tinged with an alluring beauty.
Cao Jinxing pushed open his door and emerged.
He was not one to shortchange himself either. Even with a different face, he remained handsome and distinguished. Dressed in fitted black clothes, with the Whale Shark Bone Flute tucked at an angle into his waistband and a folding fan added to his hand, he cut quite a flashy figure.
"Brother."
Qin Xuanji dipped into a curtsy with a smile.
"Ahem!"
Cao Jinxing coughed. "Ready?"
"Yes."
"Then let's go."
Cao Jinxing snapped open his folding fan, revealing a lifelike landscape painting. He strode ahead, his gait easy and elegant, gently waving the fan, looking every bit a refined young gentleman.
Qin Xuanji covered her mouth and chuckled.
He's quite convincing...
They left the camp, stepped onto the street, and headed toward Thousand Island Lake, where the Chess and Sword Music House stood.
Along the way, they encountered many experts carrying musical instruments. Ancient qins, transverse flutes, and jade xiaos were everywhere. Judging by their