The Princess of Northern Land

Theoretically, under such circumstances, Ma Er-lang should not be in such a dangerous place as Feng City. The more he thought about it, the more confused Ma Zhicai became, and his head started to ache. He still couldn’t decide whether or not to meet with Ma Er-lang.

In the end, overcome with alcohol, he laid back down on the bed.

By the time he woke up again, it was already noon the next day.

"Sir, do you require anything else?" The serving boy brought a basin of fresh water in. "However, it is too late for us to provide breakfast at this inn anymore."

"No need, I’ll go out and eat in a bit." Ma Zhicai replied coldly, hesitating slightly before asking about Ma Er-lang again, "Who is staying in Tianzi Pavilion?"

"Honored guest, I am just a runner. I cannot reveal information about our guests casually." The serving boy looked at him with crafty eyes.

Greedy creature! Somewhat vexed, Ma Zhicai pulled a dozen or so copper coins out from his pocket and handed them over, "Take these as tips for your trouble."

A dozen copper coins? The serving boy looked at him with a hint of disdain.