Zhao Changhe didn't know why, the young lady who had just been in a good mood suddenly got angry.

The atmosphere was so good that they were almost about to touch noses.

But then she covered his mouth and gave him a beating.

Zhao Changhe held his head in frustration and squatted down, "Why did you suddenly start hitting people..."

Zhuque also didn't know how to explain her sudden outburst, so she just said, "You have a problem? If you have the ability, then you can talk. A little brother like you is just asking to be bullied, you know!"

Zhao Changhe peeked at her with his head in his hands, "Are you saying that if I can beat you, we can touch noses?"

"Hmph!" Zhuque crossed her arms and sneered, "If you can beat me, then I'll take off my mask and touch noses with you. Do you have the ability?"

"I'll take your bet."

"Believe it or not!" Zhuque grabbed his ear and lifted him up, "Stop pretending to be pitiful. We need to leave. How long do you want to stay in this rundown inn?"

"Uh..." Zhao Changhe thought to himself, if it weren't for your sudden outburst, we could have enjoyed another sweet night.

But it's time to leave.

The main purpose of coming to Sword Lake City was to verify if the heavenly book could analyze the ancient plot in the Sword Room. Now it seems that there's no plot, but there's a lot of sword intent analysis. There's no chance to delve into it for now, but at least there's no need to take it out and read it. When there's time, it can be studied.

The initial purpose of coming to Sword Lake City was not fulfilled, but the unexpected result was the dispelling of the rumors and helping the Four Elephant Sect to find the traitor. It's time to leave now. There's no point in staying here. It would be dangerous to stay longer...

Zhuque also said, "We entered the city abruptly, and the people from the Wang family or the listeners from the Snow Tower didn't find your whereabouts. Yan Lianping was secretly informed, and only Qin Ruhui was able to arrive in time. Normally, there would be even stronger people coming, maybe even Wang Daozhong himself. It would be very dangerous to continue staying here."

At this point, she paused and then coldly snorted, "If it weren't for me being by your side, Yan Lianping would have killed you right away. Clearly, I protected you, and you're saying that you helped me..."

"Yes, yes, yes." Zhao Changhe smiled helplessly as he held her hand, "Good sister, continue to protect me."

After saying that, both of them were stunned for a moment and then looked down at their hands at the same time.

Zhuque didn't realize why she didn't dodge at all until she held his hand.

Because it felt so natural?

Zhao Changhe also realized that it seemed to be the first time he had held this young lady's hand, but why did it feel so natural...

It must be said that in this world of martial arts fantasy, internal strength is a tricky thing. In the modern world, a girl who wields a sword would definitely have rough hands, but not here. Whether it's Zhuque or this young lady, their hands are delicate and smooth...

"Bang!" While he was still reminiscing, Zhuque finally reacted and aggressively threw him over her shoulder, "Pervert, go to hell!"

"Damn..." Zhao Changhe held his back, "Just holding hands, and you're still acting like you're in the jianghu, and you're still a demoness..."

"Do demonesses let you touch their hands?" Zhuque squatted down and said in a sweet voice, "Then should I go outside and hold someone else's hand?"

"How dare you!"

"Bang!" A stack of books on the table was thrown at Zhao Changhe's head, "You call me a demoness, but you call someone else a saint? Go to hell!"

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Zhao Changhe twitched a few times and then lay still.

"Stop pretending to be dead. It's best to leave before it gets dark!" Zhuque lifted him up, "The elder entrusted me with your safety, not to flirt with you!"

"Wait a moment." Zhao Changhe sighed and got up, "I need to write a letter to Tang Chancellor."

Zhuque's expression changed immediately, and she glared at him, "Just to report on the matter of Wei Zicai? You really are a diligent little spy."

"No, the matter of the rumors shouldn't be limited to this area. It should have spread to other places as well. The court should have enough experience and resources to handle such events. I need to let her handle it. This is the most important gain from coming to Sword Lake..."

Zhuque didn't say anything. Although she was very unhappy about him writing a letter to Tang Wanzhuang, she knew it was important.

But why did she feel more and more unhappy?

Back when she stabbed Luo Zhenwu to death, she and Tang Wanzhuang were on opposite sides, but he was clearly on my side first.

"Never mind." Zhuque pursed her lips, "I will also write to the elder. The Four Elephant Sect will also help you deal with the rumors. Our underground forces are spread all over the world. Don't think that only Tang Wanzhuang can help you!"

Zhao Changhe was stunned, "Who are you going to send the letter to the elder? The people in Pinghu Club are no longer trustworthy."The Venerable has already received the message, right? Rosefinch stiffened her neck, "Mind your own business. Take care of yourself. Not everyone in the Demon Suppression Division here is trustworthy. Who else would you have send the message? Oh, right..."

She suddenly remembered the perfect excuse for her trip to the capital: "I reckon Tang Wanzhuang won't stay in the south for long. She's probably already headed back to the capital by now. Since you're heading north anyway, you might as well swing by the capital and see her in person."

Zhao Changhe hadn't expected this rascal to be scheming for his own return to the capital to show his true face. Hearing her suggestion, he felt it made some sense: "Indeed, we were planning to head north anyway. We might as well make a trip to the capital first."

Rosefinch had coaxed him into going, but upon hearing his agreement, she hesitated: "Are you... really suitable to go? Do you need to disguise yourself?"

Zhao Changhe chuckled: "Just passing through to take care of some business. If that alone could stir up reactions from all sides, it would be too sensational. Honestly, I don't like disguising myself. It's only convenient for specific tasks like investigating cases, not for living under another identity. My parents gave me this face, and it's not like it's shameful to show it."

Rosefinch felt as if her masked knees had been shot by an arrow, yet she offered no rebuttal.

If circumstances allowed, who wouldn't want to show their true face with dignity?

In the afternoon, a black steed carried two pig-headed figures out of Sword Lake City, speeding northward.

Less than half an hour after their departure, a white-robed swordsman appeared in the courtyard of the inn like a ghost. Surveying the empty scene, he frowned slightly, then vanished in a flash.

Moments later, at Kang Le Gambling House.

"Zhao Changhe? Of course, he's already left. Do you think he's a fool?" Sha Qi leaned back in his chair lazily: "You guys from Tingxue Tower are too late this time. The dishes have gone cold."

The white-robed swordsman said, "There was a last-minute change of personnel, which took some time. Old rules, we're buying information from you. Where did he go?"

Sha Qi smiled: "Sure, the same old rules. One thousand taels."

The swordsman frowned: "Since when does information on a Xuan Guan fifth or sixth level person cost one thousand taels?"

"Why don't you ask yourselves, since when did a person ranked in the top fifty of the Ren List need to take action against someone of the fifth or sixth Xuan Guan level? You've opened your secret vaults, bullying a fifth or sixth level, don't you have any shame?"

The swordsman was silent for a moment, then handed over a banknote: "Then one thousand taels it is."

"Fair enough, fair enough," Sha Qi's eyes narrowed into slits with his smile: "He's headed south."

The swordsman was stunned: "South again? Didn't he just leave from there?"

"That's the art of the empty and the solid. If you could guess it, would he still be Zhao Changhe? I don't know the specifics, only that he went south, and it's very likely he's headed to Hangzhou, probably to stir up some trouble at the Maitreya Sect's headquarters?"

The swordsman nodded, seemingly trusting the credibility of a long-term collaborator, and disappeared without another word.

Someone nearby couldn't help but ask Sha Qi: "Young Master, this..."

"What's the matter? Afraid we'll lose our reputation? The south is vast. If he can't find the person, it's his own incompetence. What does it have to do with us?"

The subordinate thought to himself that this was a bit too much... It's one thing to deceive others, but to deceive oneself as well?

In a few days, when Zhao Changhe causes a stir in the north, others will obviously know they've been hoodwinked. Isn't this kind of deception the same as burning bridges?

The subordinate cautiously inquired: "Young Master, why do you protect Zhao Changhe over your allies?"

Sha Qi said: "Because I want to watch the drama."

"Eh?"

"Whether they head to the capital or to Yanmen, isn't it all a grand show? If Tingxue Tower cuts them down halfway, where would I go for entertainment?"

The subordinate fell silent for a moment: "Young Master, he almost strangled you."

Sha Qi was taken aback, then suddenly jumped up: "Where did that Ying Shuang go just now? Send him north! Damn it, I forgot!"

But who could catch up with the speed of a Ren List assassin now?