Xi Xue gave a cold, ethereal smile. Her icy gaze swept past Cheng'er's retreating figure. She slipped a silver coin into the hand of the young attendant and turned back to her room.,It's not curfew yet, but Cheng'er is forcing himself to go that way despite the discomfort.,Beneath the corridor lay a bamboo grove, and there was a stone path through it with a small gate. This led to the back room of the second house's main courtyard.。