Creepy-Crawly

MingYu blinked again, but nothing changed. The man was still there, but this time, his straight poise and posture, leisurely stride, and robes of fine silk and embroidery masked the man he was just the day before. This was the guy who had run into MingYu, sending his skewers of candied fruits flying.

But now, instead of running and pushing through the crowd, he moved with the air of a rich man. A heavy peony jade pendant was swinging by his sash. A large fan was in his hands as he fanned himself with fluid motions. A grin persisted on his clean-shaven face, crinkling his eyes.

"It's that guy, madam Sha's son," MingYu whispered.

"Who?" YueQin lowered her voice to a whisper too, but wasn't sure why as she tried to pinpoint the man in question, but saw no one suspicious-looking.

"The prisoner from yesterday. He's walking towards us!" MingYu whisper-shouted as he shoved YueQin with his elbow to move aside, clearing the way.