Inside the carriage.
Lu Yan seldom rode in the same carriage with others, so he started getting inexplicably nervous. When he got too jumpy, his brain began to turn to mush. He pinched himself on the thigh forcefully, trying to suppress the urge to kick the two people out of the carriage. He kept telling himself that this plain-looking person was Qi Qingyao in disguise.
Then he opened his mouth and said, "There'll be a lot of people at the auction house tonight."
"Such as?" Qi Qingyao asked him casually.
As soon as he heard her voice, Lu Yan's tension was relieved a little. He felt more reassured that Qi Qingyao was the person under the disguise, and he felt somewhat calmer. He said, "People from Eastern Ling will probably be there as well."
"What about Shang Li?" Qi Qingyao asked slowly.