Yang Yan frowned. He was not accustomed to being "bound" so closely to others, so he cupped his hands. "Thank you, but there's no need. I'll handle this myself."
He walked to the window and surveyed the outside, then turned back. "I'll be going, then-Pei Ye, where do you usually stay?"
"At Changdao Martial Arts School." Pei Ye frowned. "Stay another couple of days first."
Yang Yan shook his head, hung his saber and strapped on his sword, bade each of the three farewell, and leaped out.
Yet just two breaths later, he shot back up with a whoosh.
The two looked at him in puzzlement.
Yang Yan rubbed his head awkwardly. "Well... could you lend me two taels of silver?"
Those words sounded awfully familiar, but this time it was not that Pei Ye would not lend him any. He truly had no money left.
"Would two hundred copper coins do?" Pei Ye felt in his pocket.
Yang Yan looked at Li Piaoqing and rubbed his hands together.
"I haven't got any," the girl said flatly.
"..."
"What do you mean, lend? Would you ever see that money again if you lent it to him?" the girl said as they walked through the garden. "That's throwing money into the water."
"...It's only two taels," Pei Ye said quietly.
"Only? How many 'onlys' does Hero Pei have on him?" Li Piaoqing glanced sidelong at him. "You don't know the price of firewood and rice until you run a household."
Pei Ye said nothing more.
In the end, Yang Yan had stayed in the Jade Feather Private Pavilion, touching up his disguise again and waiting to leave the garden shortly, while the two came down to find Bai Sibing.
"Actually, there was something odd about Zhao Fu leaving just now,"