Tan Rou and Samiyi dodged the patrolling soldiers and then continued eastward, where the houses became more numerous but seemed older and the environment a bit worse.
"I'm going to meet someone." Once they entered the alley, Samiyi slowed down, pulling out a hand-drawn simple map, and began looking for the way, "He's a bit eccentric, I hope you won't mind."
Tan Rou asked, "You must not have come out for many years, right? So can you guarantee he still lives here?"
Samiyi nodded, "He definitely lives here, because this is where he and his wife once lived, and after his wife passed away, he's been living here alone. Sometimes my brother sends someone to check on him, to bring him some stuff, but he doesn't want to accept gifts from the royal family, throwing everything into the trash bin every time."
Tan Rou grew curious about who this person was, someone who dared to throw away His Majesty the King's gifts. Wasn't he afraid of being thrown in jail?