Qin Xiang returned to the tavern. When she heard the door creak open, she knew that it was Lan Zhihui and immediately sat upright.
Qin Xiang quickly walked towards the side of the bed and rejoiced, "Miss, congratulations! We can return to the square now!"
Lan Zhihui was washed with relief, but her expression did not show. She simply asked faintly, "What did he say?"
"The Young Master said the role as head of Robes Square had always been reserved for you. You can go back whenever you want, and no one else would take over this role, even if you are not around!" Qin Xiang said, deliberately emphasizing every word as she spoke.
Lan Zhihui's lips curled into a small smile and replied, "He said that?"
"Of course. How could a slave like me lie to you?" Qin Xiang answered as she sat beside the bed, her eyes fluttering.
