Enveloped in her cloak, Yan Wanqing was wrapped tightly all the way to the Imperial Palace. Upon their arrival, Xiao Pingfeng hurriedly transferred his inner strength to her, fearing she might have succumbed to the cold.
The two strolled leisurely through Song Huaxu's Taoist academy. They watched the same Taoist apprentice who had greeted her before yawning as he entered his room and extinguished the light. She tugged at Xiao Pingfeng's sleeve.
"What do you plan to do if we get caught later?"
Xiao Pingfeng looked at her, "Are you afraid?"
Yan Wanqing shook her head, "He is my master."
"He is also my master," Xiao Pingfeng huffed, "Remember what I told you before, you never took my words to heart."
A flash of embarrassment crossed Yan Wanqing's face; all she could do was to force a smile, "Then let's go, quickly get it and bring it back for my fifth sister's medicine."
As for how Song Huaxu would explain to the Emperor, that was his problem now.
