"Seems like you've learned your lesson," Zhao Xiyan said with a smile as he took her hand, "Don't mind it, Hei Lie has already prepared the carriage at the back door."
"Alright."
When they left through the back door, they indeed saw Hei Lie standing by a large carriage waiting for them.
"Marquis, my lord..." Hei Lie stepped forward to pay his respects, seemingly hesitant as though he had something to say but stopped himself.
Qi Yue glanced at the carriage and raised an eyebrow.
"Who's inside?"
"My lord, it's..."
Just as Hei Lie was about to speak, the carriage curtain suddenly lifted, and a frizzy old head poked out.
"It's your master! Who else did you think it was?"
Qi Yue chuckled and curved her lips, getting into the carriage with Zhao Xiyan's assistance.
"What are you up to, old sir? Weren't you not coming? Why are you waiting in the carriage so early?"
Huang Zai'an rolled his eyes, his mustache sticking up high.