Li Xuan took Peng Fulai's special fast ship back to Jinling. Peng's family traded in salt all year round. They owned several magical instruments level special fast ships which, even going against the current, could maintain a speed that was no less brilliant than an earth dragon. In less than two hours, they had brought him back to Nanjing City, astonishingly no slower than the journey there.
"Listen to me clearly! I have never uttered your name. Nor have I ever thought of inviting you over for Golden Abalone Soup. This was all my mother's idea!"
Standing at the gate of Jiang Mansion, Jiang Hanyun was glaring viciously at Li Xuan: "If you didn't go out of your way to win my mother's favor, none of this would have happened!"
"Yes! Yes! Yes! I understand, Officer."
Li Xuan, somewhat impatient, dug his ear. This was already the tenth time that Jiang Hanyun had stressed this to him on their way back to Nanjing.
