Zheng Erniang draped a sable fur cloak over her shoulders and stepped out of the Prison Camp, her heart heavy with worry.
After a moment, the other Prison Guards returned to their posts.
"All aboard!"
Zheng Erniang was silent in the cart, and Qing Shisan didn't ask any questions, steadily pulling the cart and taking her back to the Zheng Family.
A brocade box had been secretly left on the cart. Qing Shisan leisurely pulled his now-empty cart to a noodle stall.
"Well, well! Old Qing, what's got you hungry so early today? Were you out looking for some fun last night?"
"No way. You know as well as I do that my heart already belongs to someone else!"
"Heh! With that mouth of yours, who'd believe a word you say?"
"Cut the crap! I'm starving. One order of oil-splashed noodles! And I'm not paying if you skimp on the ingredients!"
"Since it's you, I'll make sure you get a full bowl!"
"What about the meat?"
"Meat? That'll cost you extra!"
