A peaceful night.
The next day, Jiang He rose early again, opened the door to practice swordsmanship, which was a promise made to Xu Qing to let him watch.
Although Xu Qing hadn't gotten up yet, that didn't concern her much.
In this unfamiliar era, the only thing she could rely on was her martial skills.
"Good morning."
While Xu Qing was getting up and washing up, Jiang He had already taken care of herself, with her forehead slightly damp from washing her face, and she was pouring cat food into Winter Melon's bowl.
All was progressing toward a positive direction.
If she encountered a street check now, as long as she didn't have a sudden brain fart, she could basically sneak by without being treated as a suspect... After all, she enjoyed the privilege of being a woman and had the bonus of good looks—much better than traveling here as a big bearded brute.
