"..." Di Jiu gave him a puzzled look. "Are you that short of money?"
"Living in Chang'an is no easy feat."
They chatted until several clerks came in from outside the courtyard carrying West Hall's dock ledgers. The little mountain-like stacks of books landed heavily on the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.
Di Jiu set down his brush and nodded in satisfaction. "There is much to be gleaned from the dealings recorded here."
Pei Ye's expression shifted slightly. Remembering his search through the ledgers in Xiang Prefectural City back then, he clutched his arm and took his leave, boarding the carriage already waiting outside the courtyard.
The Taiping Transport Gang was far too vast an organization. Even sorting the bones and sinews from its corpse would take two or three days. Pei Ye intended to keep his hands out of it, rest for a couple of days, then go straight to the Cultivation Literature Academy to ask about the results.
For now, he really did need to visit a medical clinic first.
Although he had said he would be much better once his true qi recovered, that judgment had been based on his experience fighting through grievous wounds. His current injuries were not fatal, but they were certainly not light either-for instance, he would only be able to wield his sword left-handed for at least ten days.
Following Di Jiu's directions, Pei Ye arrived on East Street in the Cultivation Ward. Sure enough, the nearest Medical Tower of the Mount Tai Medicine Lodge stood here. It looked much the same as the one in Shaolong Prefecture, and likewise had seven floors. Pei Ye entered the main hall. His external wounds were so conspicuous that a physician immediately came over to inquire and led him to a quiet room