Xiu Shirong emerged from the Yamen, neatly dressed and standing tall.
"Master Xiu, take care," the Yamen runner bowed respectfully.
Xiu Shirong looked pleased, took out a folded silver banknote and handed it over. "After all, I had studied with Ma Yaozu, please 'take care' of him for me."
The Yamen runner quickly pocketed the silver banknote and assured Xiu Shirong.
Not far away was a luxurious carriage. As soon as the Yamen runner left, a young servant ran over and diligently wiped the dirt from Xiu Shirong's clothes. "Master, the third master suddenly disappeared, master and madam are both worried to death! Is the third master alright?"
Xiu Shirong snorted lightly, "In Pingbei City, who could harm me?"
When the carriage curtain was lifted, Xiu Shirong saw a woman with heavy makeup sitting inside. She looked to be in her twenties, but her facial features were obscured by the extravagant makeup.