Outside the Sincere Gold pawnshop, Shi Liangjin watched the two women leave with an enthusiastic grin on his face.
The two women walked towards the inn one after the other.
"Miss, you are finally satisfied this time, right? Tsk, tsk, I'm getting really curious about what Householder Qing Lian looks like. I hope he isn't a horrid old fogy, or that'll be really sad for you."
The two figures attracted a lot of attention on the street.
The woman in blue didn't sense anything strange and simply chatted with the woman in green.
"If he's a horrid old fogy, so be it. I admire the painting and the literary skills of Householder Qing Lian, not him as a person. After we left the palace, I mean, after we left the residence, you've been mocking me non-stop. Once we go back, I'll get someone to find out the whereabouts of Householder Qing Lian. If he's really a horrid old man, I'll make you marry him."
The woman in green chuckled.