"With the heavy snow continuing, how does my master plan to find out Sun Wenxing's hiding place?" Back in the courtyard, Piji and Hong Wu both revealed their presence.
Yan Wanqing cast a glance at them and shook her head helplessly, "When has your master ever actively sought out anyone?"
"Does the master intend to let them fall into the trap?" Hong Wu picked up the conversation.
"Not too stupid," Yan Wanqing remarked as she picked up an ancient book from the table and leisurely leaned back on the Imperial Consort's couch, speaking slowly, "Ever since he was young, Sun Wenxing has been spoiled and coddled. He's a well-known playboy in the Capital City; such a person can't stay in a quiet place."
"Then let's spread the word in Fireworks Lane that a few dancers from the Western Regions have arrived at the building. Sun Wenxing will surely not be able to resist showing up," Piji pondered aloud.
