The observatory was empty, and Qing Yuan had much to attend to, so he did not linger long to speak with the two, hastily departing to tend to his affairs.
Mu Xi sprang out like a noble guest hound, elusive as a dragon, wedging himself between the two: "You've made Young Master search high and low for you."
Qin Liuxi: "Why haven't you left yet? The Young Master Heir is tender and precious, and now that the weather is starting to get cold, the waterways might freeze, and there's snow accumulating on the roads. It's only sensible to return to the capital sooner."
"I've spent over a decade in Shengjing, knowing every rat hole there is—boring to the extreme. How could that compare to the fun here?" Mu Xi, chin lifted, said, "However, if you accompany Young Master back to the capital, I'll set out immediately. How about it?"
The same old spiel; Qin Liuxi couldn't be bothered to waste words in response, treating it as mere barking.
