Xie Heng Is Mine

An inconspicuous carriage suddenly stopped next to them.

Zhao Chuchu and Xie Heng stopped their conversation and looked over in unison.

A young girl dressed like a maid got down from the carriage, walked up to Xie Heng, and bowed slightly. "May I ask if you're Xie Heng?"

Xie Heng's gaze instantly turned cold. "You are?"

"My master has met you once and heard that you had already started preparing for the next Provincial Examination. Her Excellency ordered me to present traveling expenses to you, hoping to meet you again in the capital later," the maid said, holding up a small bulging bag with both hands.

Zhao Chuchu was speechless.

She guessed it right.

She knew it was Sikou Qin's plan.

"Travelling expenses?"

"Is Xie Heng short of money?" she thought.

"I don't have any reason to take it, Miss. Please tell your master I can't accept it," Xie Heng politely refused.