“I see,” Chang replied, showing his understanding. “I’ll be heading out then. It’s better to do it sooner rather than later.”
“I agree.”
Qing Shui sent them away with a wave of his hand, and Chang left his office with Jing.
In the suite, Chang rinsed his crossbow with water to ensure the trigger mechanism could eject the bolts smoothly without having dry blood hindering it. Once cleaned, he checked the crossbow again and unfolded a piece of cloth. Two daggers were wrapped within it. He’d asked asked them from the military.
Before leaving, Chang tenderly explained the situation to Jing, “So… Jing, you don’t need to go out with me this time. I’ll just wander around the city and get back before sunset. No… it is not because I don’t want to take you with me. Instead, taking you with me could raise eyebrows as you always stay with me. People like Zhuo are extremely sensitive and suspicious about anything unusual, and I don’t want them to know about your ability.”
