After everything was arranged, Qin Ye was finally ready to depart.
This time, Qin Ye was taking an elite team with him.
They were divided into three groups.
One group was visible, while two were hidden.
And the Think Tank was accompanying Qin Ye.
As they were gearing up to set off, the Think Tank seemed to have something to say but hesitated.
Qin Ye gave him a glance, "If you’ve got something to say, say it quickly."
Hearing this, the Think Tank hesitated for a moment before speaking up, "Master, aren’t you going to say goodbye to Miss Rong?"
Qin Ye’s expression was not a pleasant one, "That’s none of your concern."
After dropping that remark, he mounted his horse and rode off.
The Think Tank watched his retreating figure, not quite understanding.
Logically speaking, if the master was returning to Beijing, he would not lack the time for a proper farewell, right?
Even if they set off first, there would be time enough, especially since the master’s horse could cover a thousand miles in a day.
He could catch up even if he left several days later.
Why not say goodbye to Miss Rong?
Or did the master have other plans?
Forget it, no more wondering—the master must have his reasons.
Regardless of the reason, the master would certainly not give up on Miss Rong.
After all, they had never seen the master take such interest in a girl all these years.
It’s just unfortunate that the timing of their meeting was not right, preventing them from developing their relationship properly.
"Everyone, keep up!"
All of them spurred their horses in the direction of their master...
**
Rong Yan looked at Hu Dao, "You’re saying your master has gone to Beijing?"
She had expected many words! Surprisingly, there were only two that caught her off guard: "Wait for me!"
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