Back with Su Jiu, she had found Xieyang Street according to Nangong Shu's directions. When she entered, there were still many diners in the lobby. Hu Dapao and Ah Shu were bragging at a table, Chang Huan was helping to serve dishes and Qiao An was reading at the table by the door.
Qiao An always carried a book with him, as long as he had free time, he would take it out and read a page or two.
On the way back, Su Jiu had counted the money she had stolen from the man: two gold ingots and some silver coins — one hundred and twenty taels in total.
Not to mention a piece of jade!
Carved with complex hollowed-out patterns, the jade was thin and translucent. Su Jiu didn't know if that was a piece of good jade. The man was dressed extraordinarily, and had been chasing her for the purse, could it have all been for this piece of jade?
Taking a closer look, the bottom of the jade was engraved with a small word.
