Chapter 85: Does He Sleep Well? Part Two

Mu Xiaoyao didn’t say anything nor turn back around.

Chen Qingshan smiled. She seemed to be proud of the fact that Mu Xiaoyao didn’t know how to respond. She was still the same proud woman; she was still unwilling to appear weaker than others even though she couldn’t hold onto her unsheathed longsword.

“We must leave today,” Fang Jie said as he looked at Da Quan, Mu Xiaoyao, and the crippled old man who was drinking on the side in silence.

Before Da Quan and Mu Xiaoyao could reply, Fang Jie walked to the crippled old man and kowtowed three times earnestly. Then, he stood up without saying anything.

When Gold-Sharing Duke saved his life, Fang Jie only said ‘thank you’ to him. The crippled old man saved Chen Qingshan’s life, but he kowtowed.

“Grandpa, it seems like I can only kowtow to express my gratitude.” Fang Jie’s words implied that perhaps there wasn’t going to be a chance for him to repay the gratitude.

Fang Jie added with a bitter smile, “I was planning to be shameless and learn One Saber Strike from you, but it seems like I don’t have the chance. Regardless if we can escape or not, and it doesn’t matter how long we can escape, we must give it a shot, even if it is only one day. Although we only met Mr. Zhuo recently, he told Sister Xiaoyao that he could suppress this incident for three days. I trust him, and it is already precious to have these three days to escape, even though this would cause trouble for Mr. Zhuo.”

The crippled old man opened his mouth but didn’t know what to say.

“Perhaps… he is trying to give you guys the chance to escape.” In the end, he could only sigh powerlessly before lowering his head.

Fang Jie was surprised and realized that he now owe another huge favor. Under the crippled old man’s reminder, Fang Jie finally figured out that Mr. Zhuo was buying time for them.

Zhuo didn’t say this message to Mu Xiaoyao clearly; perhaps he was cautious of something.

“Even if no one knows that Chen Qingshan is the person who attacked the Ministry of War that night…” Da Quan shook his head and said, “All gates of Chang’an are being tightly guarded. What should we do?”

Mu Xiaoyao pointed at the bag that she put on the table and said, “Mr. Zhuo gave it to me; he said it may be of help.”

Da Quan opened the bag and saw a few brand-new flying-fish robes.

Fang Jie was stunned, and he bowed toward the direction of Tai Chi Palace while murmuring, “Mr. Zhuo…”

“He was a person of real character more than a dozen years ago, and he was locked in prison because of it. The Emperor treasures his talent and didn’t kill him. His prison cell was cast from iron; he couldn’t be contained otherwise. However, his personality didn’t change at all after being imprisoned for so many years,” the crippled old man said with respect after a moment of silence.

“He was a member of Yangtze-Metro Qiu Family. He was the only member of the Qiu Family who lived under the butchering knives of the tens of thousands of elite soldiers. Although his last name isn’t Qiu, the Qiu Family was his savior. He could have escaped, but he stubbornly sat beside the Elderly Gentleman of the Qiu Family. The two of them drank liquor together and calmly faced the elite soldiers who charged in,” the crippled old man added.

Fang Jie stood still and looked at the tip of his feet.

Xi Huamei who was sitting on a chair looked at him and asked, “You are leaving?”

“Eh.” Fang Jie nodded.

“Great General Luo Yao of Left Advance Guard is protecting the southern territory of Great Sui, but he almost died before he conquered the Shang Empire. Do you know this?” Xi Huamei suddenly asked this question that seemed non-related to this matter at hand.

Fang Jie shook his head.