The courtesans still trusted the judgment of their Pavilion Master. After all, her choices over the years had seldom been wrong. So now, if she felt that going to another city was a good move, it was best to go directly. They could look out for each other.
"Let's do it now. We'll pack our things and head back," Zong Qianqun said with a smile.
"Yes!"
The courtesans did not say much more. To them, they were accustomed to life without a fixed abode, with no attachment to their hometowns; they were often poor or displaced. Wherever their sisters were, that was home.
They began to pack their things.
Over the next three days, nothing major happened. Everything proceeded quickly according to plan.
Finally, the last Jade Ship appeared outside the city, a large ship heading in the direction of Jiangnan.
"Qianqun, I'll leave this to you. I'm heading back; there are some matters to attend to at the Celestial Craft Workshop."
