"Master, it's that Miss Wufu,"
At the window of the private room on the second floor of the teahouse, a boy dressed as a young servant respectfully addressed the man who was fiddling with a white piece in his hand without taking his eyes off the chessboard.
Clack.
The white piece landed on the chessboard. When the man looked up and saw Wufu, he appeared slightly taken aback.
The master and servant were none other than Ah Jiu and his young servant, Yuan Ye.
"Master, should I invite her up?" Yuan Ye inquired.
Wufu and her company had already walked far off, and after Ah Jiu pondered for a moment, he said, "Have Su Luo follow them and see."
Yuan Ye complied, walked to the doorway, and gave a few quiet instructions; shortly after, someone followed behind Wufu and her company.
In less than half a Shichen, Su Luo returned to the teahouse to report, "They are staying at Dongsheng Inn, just the two of them, in a mid-sized room."