If they really had the misfortune of meeting government officers, all the silver they'd earned that day was doomed to take flight.
"Let's be careful and go this way!" Hong Xiangjun pointed to a small path on the left, and Dong Huiying uttered an oblivious 'oh'.
Curfew was a thing in ancient times. In her original world, even late into the night, one could still see some people on the streets, especially around food stalls bustling with business. But things were different in ancient times. She wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, and the three of them tiptoed, dodging the patrolling government officers. With twists and turns, they finally made it back to the small courtyard Hong Xiangjun had rented.
After they arrived home and closed the door, all three of them let out a long sigh of relief.
Just then, with a loud bang, the room door directly opposite was forcefully pushed open, and a figure rushed out—it was Liang Yuening, who had slept during the day, deader than a piglet.
