The fine horse galloped through the river valley and reached the little town at its center in mere moments.
Dongfang Liren swung down into the street. Ignoring the escort guards and porters looking her way, she followed Niao Niao to the inn flying the Hongshan Gang's flag.
Catching sight of the Charcoal-Red Steed in the stable, Dongfang Liren could no longer suppress her longing and impatience. Perhaps hoping to surprise Ye Jingtang, she raised a hand to signal Niao Niao to be quiet, then slipped into the inn and went upstairs.
The town at Wangheya was gang property, and most visitors were escort guards or horse caravans. Few were willing to spend silver on superior rooms. Of the six rooms upstairs, five stood empty; only one had lamplight shining inside.
Seeing this, Dongfang Liren employed the Wind-Listening Palm, Bright Deity Diagram, and other supreme arts to find out what Ye Jingtang was doing. But just as she reached the upper floor, she heard splashing water inside the room-and another set of footsteps moving about.
Two people?
Realizing something was wrong, Dongfang Liren frowned slightly and crept toward the door, hoping to listen and discover who was inside.
But how could her third-rate skills rival a Martial Saint's? Before she could lean against the door, a sound came from directly ahead:
Creak-
The wooden door swung open, revealing the dim yellow light inside and a handsome young man in black robes, right before her.
Ye Jingtang had merely heard faint footsteps approaching. Opening the door to find Big Silly in white scholar's robes, his eyes naturally filled with delighted surprise.
"Your Highness? How did you get here so quickly?"
Dongfang Liren reacted swiftly, immediately lifting her chin and straightening her back. Although she was not wearing her Python Skirt, her imposing