As he watched the Monk's dashing departure, Zheng Xiu felt a faint pang of sorrow.
"Walk with me."
Zheng Xiu beckoned to Feng Bei.
Feng Bei nodded.
She was feeling melancholic, and wasn't sure if she was accompanying him or the other way around.
The two walked along the bustling city streets. Zheng Xiu was the number one celebrity in the Imperial City. As they went, many people greeted him, affectionately calling him Master Zheng.
News about Feng Bei had somehow spread. The more perceptive onlookers would brazenly call out, "Madam Zheng." Under the barrage of "Madam Zheng," Feng Bei, who had been in a foul mood, had no time for her own thoughts and was exhausted just trying to respond to everyone.
"How have I suddenly become 'Madam Zheng' to everyone?"
Dragging Zheng Xiu away from the crowd as if her life depended on it, she found a secluded spot, glared at him, and demanded an answer.
Zheng Xiu held up his hands. "Don't ask me. I'm innocent."
