"Is this guy not dead?" Xiao Jinyan exclaimed in surprise.
But as he saw Jin Zijin's increasingly ugly expression, he quickly shut his mouth and said, "Alright, alright, I'll definitely catch this naughty grandson."
Jin Zijin went back to Beijing alone in a carriage. He had lost so miserably, not because his skills were much worse than Yu Jizi's but because he had almost drowned before and had not fully recovered, compounded by the boat ride.
Fearing they would worry, he had not told anyone that he was not only a non-swimmer but also seasick.
His right hand had been injured by Yu Jizi, and the prognosis was not optimistic. With his only good left hand, he picked up a cloth bag.
This was what Searcy had dropped when she was captured by Yu Jizi. Xiao Jinyan had picked it up and given it back to him.