A few days later, a big ship was sailing on the surging sea towards Fang Qi in the southeast.
Xiahou Yi sat in a wheelchair on the deck and looked at the sky and sea with a leisurely expression.
"My lord."
Qing'er came behind him and cupped her hands.
Xiahou Yi asked, "Is she not fooling around anymore?"
Qing'er sighed. "She's still causing trouble. It's useless no matter how I threaten her. She's so noisy. I can only light another incense for her."
Xiahou Yi said, "You did well."
Qing'er was stunned for a moment before smiling. "My lord has foresight and knows that the Hundred Flowers Palace will capture and lock me up. In order to lure me to contact my lord, they deliberately didn't lock the cell door. I didn't leave no matter what!"
"You may leave."
Xiahou Yi said.
"Yes, my lord!"
Qing'er returned to her room.
As soon as she closed the door, the smile on her face disappeared.
