Qiao Xiaomai was just about to head out when Tong Sanlang took the initiative to come by.
"How's it going?"
"How's it going?"
Both asked at the same time, looked at each other for a moment, then burst out laughing.
Tong Sanlang spoke first, "I told the village chief of Dazhou Village. He said that if there were any leads, he'd send them over."
"Same." Qiao Xiaomai's response was concise. Then she added, "Prince Wei wants to go fishing on the riverbank. Hurry home and get the fishing net. Let's go together."
Tong Sanlang nodded, "Okay."
The moment his words fell, he had already disappeared without a trace.
Yang Ye sat under a tree in the courtyard enjoying his tea and catching this scene. He tsked lightly, "Tong Sanlang's lightness skill is so good. He's like a shadowless figure, always up and ready to get things done."
Qiao Xiaomai, expressionless, turned to the prince, "Your Highness, is cold water good for brewing tea?"