"Are you sure Li Xunhuan will be here?"
I tightened the reins, staring at the lonely inn standing by the imperial road. Its three-story wooden structure was crooked, and the characters "Wangyou" on the sign had faded and peeled, looking nothing like a place the renowned little Li Xuantanhua would ever patronize.
Huanxi dismounted, her movements a bit more sluggish than usual—her arrow wound had not yet fully healed. "I received the pigeon post three days ago. He said he would wait here," she said, lowering her voice. "But Li Xunhuan's movements are secretive; he might not use his real name."
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