As soon as Lu Lili left, Pei Yijian called over a waiter with a wave of his hand, revealing a banknote held between his two fingers.
“Follow her and find out which direction she’s heading,” he said.
Pei Yijian was a regular at the inn and known for his generosity. The waiter quickly took the banknote from his hand and nodded enthusiastically, saying, “I’ll go right away!”
Before long, the waiter returned with information. “Master Pei, the young lady just now is headed to Huan’yang,” he reported.
Pei Yijian pondered for a moment and asked, “Did you find out what she’s going to do in Huan’yang?”
“Um, I’m not sure about that…” The waiter looked somewhat troubled and frustrated, lowering his head.
Oh well, why was he so single-minded and didn’t try to find out more?
“Never mind,” Pei Yijian waved his hand, signaling the not-so-bright waiter to leave quickly.
Huan’yang?
What a coincidence, they were also heading to Huanyang.
After finishing his breakfast alone, Pei Yijian’s two companions finally descended the stairs at a leisurely pace.
The young man in red had a faint bloodstain on his forehead, and his face looked somewhat displeased.
The young man in blue seemed half asleep, walking with his eyes half closed and dozing off from time to time.
However, their tall and slender figures, handsome and beautiful features, still stood out in the crowd.
Not a bit of their immature or inappropriate words and actions affected the beauty of their appearance had on others.
On the contrary, these boys who were completely devoid of the burden of being beautiful men appeared even more lovable and genuine.
They walked over to Pei Yijian’s table and sat down with him.
The three handsome boys, each with their own unique characteristics, became a sight to behold in the inn.
Pei Yijian glanced at them and casually started the conversation, teasingly, “Brother Wen, Brother Zhou, guess who I just saw?”
Wen Qijin, who was dozing off, suddenly became alert. His eyes lit up, and he couldn’t wait to ask, “Is it Murong Ting? Brother Pei, did you see my Murong Ting?”
Pei Yijian raised his slender and beautiful index finger and shook it, his gaze seemingly saying, “Are you still half asleep? Are you dreaming?”
“Hmph~” Wen Qijin childishly hummed, and the light in his eyes dimmed instantly.
Perhaps he was truly disappointed in his heart. At this moment, he was no longer sleepy, but still had droopy eyelids and lacked energy.
Zhou Yue’s mind was only troubled whether he would become disfigured, wondering if the injury on his forehead would leave a scar in the future.
He glanced indifferently at Pei Yijian’s face, which seemed a little excited, and casually asked, “Why, Brother Pei, have you met your destined goddess?”
“Hehe, not exactly.” Pei Yijian lowered his head and smiled, then looked at them with a smug expression. “It’s interesting. I ran into that girl who was dressed in men’s clothing again today, and we chatted like we’ve been good friends for a long time.”
Wen Qijin’s spirits lifted when he heard this, and he burst into laughter, asking, “So, Brother Pei, you didn’t bully her again, did you?”
Zhou Yue also narrowed his fox-like eyes, indicating that for them, playing pranks on others was a fun and enjoyable thing.
“How can you say it’s bullying? Is this Young Master someone who doesn’t understand tenderness and cherish beauty?”
“Hahaha, but you are, Brother Pei…”
Before long, the three of them mounted their horses and set off in the direction of Huan’yang.