A white cloud left Dong'an City and sped westward.
Although Li Ping'an really wanted to bring Queen Mother some pairs of socks, even those silk stockings he had secretly developed for years but hadn't yet had the courage to promote;
he thought it over and eventually decided to bring Queen Mother two boxes of pastries.
Today was a day for serious discussions, best not to joke around.
Those two boxes of pastries were wrapped in a simple oilcloth, held in his hand by him wearing a green robe, causing the little turtle hidden in his sleeve to continually drool.
"Great Master Nephew, if you're meeting with Zi Yao secretly, why must you call on me!"
Guilingling complained discontentedly:
"I've already agreed to go bathing and meditate with Qing Qing later!"
