The bright moon hung overhead as the pleasure boat left the harbor outside the capital and headed southwest.
Xie Jinhuan had originally planned to go and return early, but Ling'er could not sit still. Seeing that workaholic Momo spend their party time inspecting for demons and evil spirits left her rather unhappy. After some discussion, they set off in the boat.
That way, neither partying nor traveling would get in the other's way. The only downside was that it was a little hard on the kidneys.
But as a professional male model, Xie Jinhuan naturally had no objections. Once the pleasure boat left the harbor, he handed the helm to First Mate Coal Ball and entered the boat tower, heading up to the second floor.
Jiang Xian and Zisu were both in their rooms putting away their belongings. Zhao Ling, dressed in a goose-yellow palace gown, stood by the second-floor railing overlooking the river, admiring the night scenery and chatting with her close friend beside her.
"What are you glaring at me for? Am I interrupting your private rendezvous with your lover by tagging along?"
Linghu Qingmo had changed into a Black-and-White Daoist Robe and carried a Sword Case on her back, looking quite formally dressed. As for her sidelong looks at Ling'er, it was not because she disliked having a third wheel. Rather, Ling'er had insisted on writing on her waist that afternoon, causing Xie Jinhuan to torment her until her legs trembled when she walked. Yet Ling'er, the culprit, acted as though nothing had happened. It felt terribly unfair.
Seeing Xie Jinhuan approach, Linghu Qingmo frowned.
"We came out here on serious business. It's one thing for you to tag along, but at least change your clothes. If we run into trouble along the way, how are you