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Upon hearing this name, Mo Yan's expression changed slightly, and she said with displeasure, "He contacted you?"

"So, you told him that I went to Western Xia?"

Mo Yan didn't answer, but said angrily, "He doesn't believe me, so he came looking for you again!"

"Master Ding wanted to see me, why did you lie to him?"

Do you know why he contacted you?

"Well... he hasn't said it yet," Zhan Zhao had only met Ding Zhaohui briefly today. Ding Zhaohui insisted on inviting him to dinner at Zuixianlou tomorrow. Although he declined repeatedly, Ding Zhaohui said that she had something to discuss and that he absolutely had to come.

"Hmph! Ignore him, he's not a good person." Mo Yan said angrily.

Zhan Zhao asked curiously, "Do you know what it is?"

"Of course I know."

"What is it?"

"In short, it's not a good thing! You'd better not know."

Mo Yan stamped her foot in frustration, and without saying goodbye to Zhan Zhao, she turned and left in a huff.

This left Zhan Zhao, who was standing there, completely bewildered.

The next day at noon, although it was not yet lunchtime, Ding Zhaohui had already arrived at Zuixianlou and reserved a private room by the window, waiting for Zhan Zhao.

As luck would have it, it was Mo Yan's turn to work that day, and she was in charge of the Ma Xing Street section. As usual, she was walking slowly along the street, but her eyes were not wandering around the snack stalls on both sides of the road as usual. Her mind was a jumbled mess, with thoughts of her senior sister and Ding Zhaohui.

Suddenly, she spotted someone selling sugared mung bean and licorice syrup. This was something usually only sold in the summer, and rarely seen in winter. The vendor would squat outside restaurants, waiting for people who were thirsty after drinking to take the bait. Mo Yan was feeling down when she saw this, and her eyes lit up. She looked around but didn't see Wang Chao, so she quickly went up to the vendor and asked for a bowl.

On such a cold day, she sipped the chilled sweet soup slowly, not daring to take large gulps. She felt the refreshing coolness soothing her soul. After drinking half a bowl, her hand holding the bowl was already icy cold. She stopped to rest and her eyes swept aimlessly around her. She happened to see a person leaning against the covered walkway of the Drunken Immortal Pavilion. From his features to his clothes, even the railing he was leaning against seemed extremely offensive.

That person was none other than Ding Zhaohui.

If Mo Yan had held a higher official position, she would have certainly gathered seven or eight constables to escort Ding Zhaohui out of the city. Unfortunately, she was just a lowly constable. Not only could she not defeat Ding Zhaohui herself, but she also couldn't command any of the ordinary servants in Kaifeng Prefecture.

Her mind was racing with ideas, but she couldn't come up with a good solution. Yet, she was already walking towards the Drunken Immortal Pavilion. A peddler chased after her, calling out, "Sir, my...my bowl!"

"Huh?...Oh."

She then remembered the bowl in her hand, picked it up, and drank it all in one gulp before handing the bowl back to the vendor. The sudden downing of the icy water made her shiver involuntarily, but she quickly rallied and continued walking.

As she hurried up the stairs from the west, Zhan Zhao happened to be coming up the stairs from the east as well. On the covered bridge, the two saw Ding Zhaohui almost simultaneously, and they also saw each other...

"Xiao Qi? What are you doing here?" Without even greeting Ding Zhaohui, Zhan Zhao walked towards Mo Yan first.

Mo Yan bit her lip, glared at Ding Zhaohui sideways, and replied, "I'm patrolling the streets here."

Before Zhan Zhao could ask her how she ended up in Zuixianlou while patrolling the streets, Ding Zhaohui rushed over, pointing her finger at her face: "It's her, it's her, Brother Zhan, this is the little girl who lied to me yesterday that you went to Xixia. ...Girl, tell me, why did you lie to me?"

"Hmph!" Mo Yan looked even angrier than him, and questioned him, "Why don't you go back to your hometown? You didn't believe me, that's why you came back to find Brother Zhan?"

"Of course I can't believe you! Luckily I didn't go back, otherwise I wouldn't have seen Brother Zhan. You little brat, why did you lie to me?"

Mo Yan snorted coldly and said righteously, "If I'm telling the truth, but you don't believe me, wouldn't that be you judging me by your own petty standards? Since you don't believe me anyway, what difference does it make whether what I say is true or false?"

"you……"

Ding Zhaohui had never encountered such an unreasonable person before. She knew that what she said was wrong, but she didn't know how to deal with it.

Seeing this, Zhan Zhao had no choice but to intervene: "Xiao Qi, don't be rude. This is Ding Zhaohui, a renowned hero in the martial arts world."

Mo Yan muttered something under her breath, but neither of them heard it. Zhan Zhao knew it wasn't anything good, so it was better that he didn't hear it and didn't dare to ask.

Author's Note: I've finally started paying for this novel. I've seen many friends who are following this paid novel for the first time because of Bingxin. The process of registering and paying was full of twists and turns and was very hard.

The lion is truly, truly, truly touched. Lately, life has been full of ups and downs, and when I feel weary, seeing everyone's encouraging and supportive messages is the happiest thing.

P.S.: I almost forgot about the points reward rules. The editor made a mistake last time, but it has now been completely clarified. Please refer to the explanation in the copy.

Chapter Twenty [VIP]

"Since you're here to patrol the streets, then hurry up and go. You have official duties to perform, so you can't slack off." Although Zhan Zhao spoke seriously, his tone was very gentle.

Knowing that Ding Zhaohui would definitely pull Zhan Zhao down to discuss marriage as soon as she left, Mo Yan was unwilling to leave no matter what, but she couldn't think of any reason to stay, so she could only stand there and look at him with a wronged expression.

Helpless, Zhan Zhao had no choice but to step forward and pull her. Only when he pulled her did he realize that her hand was ice-cold, even colder than usual. He was slightly surprised and asked, "Why is it so cold? Are you cold?"

After drinking that big bowl of sugar, mung bean, licorice, and iced sweet soup, Mo Yan felt cold all over. She nodded.

Seeing that she was dressed quite warmly, how could she be so cold? He reached out and touched her forehead; it was ice-cold, and she didn't have a fever. He figured it wasn't from the cold, so he could only ask, "Do you have any other discomfort?"

Mo Yan thought for a moment and honestly replied, "I still feel a little uncomfortable in my spleen and stomach."

Zhan Zhao was naturally surprised that she would drink iced sugar water on a snowy day. Judging from her appearance, he thought she was sick. This girl was frail and had been injured and ill several times before, so he couldn't be careless. He asked with concern, "Why don't you see a doctor or ask Mr. Gongsun to take a look?"

"I'm not sick."

He thought she was just a child, unwilling to see a doctor even when she was sick, so he turned to Ding Zhaohui apologetically and said, "Brother Ding, please wait a moment, I'll take her to see a doctor, I'll be right back."

Ding Zhaohui was slightly taken aback, not expecting Zhan Zhao to care so much about this little girl. By the time she came to her senses, Zhan Zhao had already pulled Mo Yan away.

After leaving Zuixianlou, Mo Yan saw that Zhan Zhao was really going to take her to the clinic, and hurriedly said, "Brother Zhan, I'm not sick, I really don't need to see a doctor."

"Your body is frozen solid, how can you say you're not sick?"

"That's because I just drank a bowl of iced sugar water, so I'm a little cold and my stomach isn't feeling too comfortable."