Ye Fan watched the grey cloth carriage vanish around the street corner, the breath of ambergris still lingering on the tip of his nose as the wind fluttered the carriage curtains. He touched the heart-protecting mirror at his waist, and secret imperial archives from his past life in the Inquiry Realm suddenly surged in his mind—Eldest Princess Qín Wǎnshuāng of Great Chu, whose disguise techniques were peerless beneath the heavens, whose accompanying secret guard commander was surnamed Lǐ, and who habitually used a soft sword made of hundred-refined steel. When the middle-aged man had cupped his fists just now, his wrist had turned slightly, revealing a sword tassel woven from dark iron that matched the archival records without the slightest discrepancy.
"Young Master Ye?" Manager Lín's voice interrupted his train of thought, and only then did Ye Fan realize he had been standing outside the Jishi Hall for a long time. Having paid for the medicine and taken the package, his peripheral vision caught a flash of cyan cloth across the street, the reflection of a mutton-fat jade bracelet sending a jolt through his heart—that was the very item upon "Lǐ Chéngyán's" wrist moments ago.
He suddenly understood why the other party had been in such a hurry to cut him off—if he had continued speaking, the lineage of his acupressure techniques would have been exposed.
Chapter 67