Last ti, Zhao Douan pretended to be a guide, casually made up that he was a friend of the Great Yu Grand Ancestor and that old Xu left so things for his "daughter" returning from abroad, and Zhao was responsible for handing them over.
However, last ti they walked down the street for a while, and the Empress was forced to end her visualization.
This ti the plot continues...
"Alright, but walking is too slow, wait a mont, I’ll call a car." Zhao Douan laughed, took out his phone, opened the car-hailing app, and sent an order again.
During these days, he also thought about how to explore the human world.
And he had so ideas.
Although the story of being old friends with Xu was made up, it’s obvious that being able to draw this urban world ans the Great Yu Grand Ancestor must have entered here back in the day.
Then, maybe sothing related to him is left secret within this city.
How to find it? Without a "guide," there are rely two breakthroughs.
One breakthrough is Xu Zhenguan... but the Empress had already tried various attempts and found nothing.
So, the only breakthrough left is...
Himself.
So, Zhao Douan started to think, if old Xu knew of his existence six hundred years ago... and before this, the painting ’The Human World’ did not look like a modern city.
Then... is it possible that this scroll isn’t prepared for Xu Zhenguan, but is instead... prepared for himself?
Just like the "Dragon Essence"?
If this thought works, then the most likely locations to leave so clues beco obvious.
The order was sent and instantly picked up.
Then...
Alongside the greenery, the two monarchs watched as the car Zhao Douan just stepped out of quietly reversed from several hundred ters away...
"Get in," the driver said happily: "Buddy, you’re quite particular, why not set the destination directly and have pick up your girlfriend by the roadside..."
The idea is good, I’ll do it next ti! Zhao Douan humbly accepted the advice, opened the door, and got into the back seat first.
The Empress frowned tightly and also followed into the back seat, then glared unpleasantly at the "coachman," coldly asking: "Girlfriend... what does it an?"
Driver: "...Ah?"
Zhao Douan chuckled and waved his hand, signaling not to answer, and said to the Empress: "Just female friends."
The Empress glanced at him skeptically, nodded, and then stopped talking.
As the car started speeding down the road, the Empress’s eyes gradually beca lively, curiously examining every detail inside the car, feeling the texture of the seats, watching the driver handling the steering wheel, and in the darkness, the colorful instrunt panel, her gaze especially keen on the big car screen and the phone screen fixed next to it.
It seed she was trying hard to see sothing.
Although she had been here a few tis, it was her first ti riding in a car, and with her wisdom, she easily understood that this is this world’s "carriage."
She couldn’t help but secretly compare it to her Royal Carriage.
Although reluctant to admit, when running, regardless of speed or smoothness, it far exceeded the Royal Carriage.
Also, this Zhang Hui seems to have a significant status in this world, or else he couldn’t afford a driver and such a carriage.
She didn’t know, Zhao Douan specifically used a savings card for this ride...
Though with countless doubts in her mind, the Empress still kept her face serious without asking, even though facing re Painting People, she didn’t want to lose face, trying hard to maintain the dignity of an Emperor.
Soon, the car stopped outside a slightly secluded community, Zhao Douan led the way out, with the Empress following.
"Bang."
The car door shut, and the ride-hailing vehicle sped away.
The Empress, with her face stern, arrogantly comnted: "Your coachman is too crude, unaware of etiquette."
"..." Zhao Douan laughed: "Here, everyone is equal, we don’t observe the rules of hierarchy. Miss Xu has lived abroad for a long ti, maybe not quite used to it."
The Empress frowned, disdainfully said: "Different customs in different places. However, though your car seems passable, it’s too cramped and narrow. My... my carriage is much bigger."
Zhao Douan bitterly said: "If I had money, I’d want to buy a big one too. But with my job... even with money, it’s not easy to buy sothing too good."
The Empress looked at him puzzled: "Aren’t you an official?"
Zhao Douan took out his keys, swiped them open the community gate, leading the way, and calmly smiled: "Official? In ancient tis, at most just a civil servant beside a magistrate."
The Empress looked at him with surprise, said nothing, and looked towards the buildings in the community: "Where are you taking ?"
She knew that people in this world rarely have separate houses; most live upstairs like inns. She once sneaked into a community but never into soone else’s ho.
"My ho," Zhao Douan said calmly.
Observing the Empress next to him, her gaze suddenly turned dangerously cold, as if ready to strike at any mont.
He calmly added: "Uncle Xu’s things are at my ho."
The killing intent in the Empress’s eyes slightly retracted; she closed her mouth and said nothing more.
Once they entered the unit door and got into the elevator, as the number keys lit up one by one, the Empress felt the slight sensation of weightlessness and suddenly said: "You can afford such a new house; it seems the stipend... well, salary is quite decent."
She’s trying hard to adapt to the language habits of this world but evidently speaking half-baked.
Zhao Douan chuckled, his expression complex as he said: "It’s okay, mainly the housing fund covers the mortgage. But gathering the down paynt was tough, so I could only buy a new house. After all, the newer the house, the more remote the area, my family is from the countryside, barely managed to gather so, plus saving these years, barely enough. But... really it’s alright, people like are envied by too many."
Except dying suddenly...
Housing fund? Down paynt? The Empress listened to these foreign words, confused in her heart, but to maintain the Emperor’s dignity, she forcibly refrained from asking.
However, as the elevator door "dinged!" open, and she found herself already over ten floors high through the window, her pretentious face of "worldly" finally changed.
She sharply ca to her senses, her gaze shocked, staring at the slowly closing "iron cage" called the elevator, surprised in her heart:
"This thing can so easily lift people to such heights?"
"Miss Xu, this way." Zhao Douan stood in front of the security door, pulled out the keys, and called her over from the staircase.
The Empress re-stiffened her face, quietly walked over, her gaze curiously looking at the opened security door.
She wondered, is this the ho of the Painting Person?
The room was pitch black.
Zhao Douan opened the door, fumbled and turned on the entryway light.
"Snap," in the Empress’s surprised gaze, the light turned on, and a white cat in the living room made a "ow," darting out.
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