Seeing her still pondering, Yang Mei became anxious, her face flushed red.
"Miss Zhan, if we don't go now, it will be too late. As soon as the banquet starts, the Lord will come looking for you. And by early tomorrow, the Old Lord will have left—where will you have the chance to escape tonight?"
After careful consideration, Zhan Se steeled her heart; it was either way falling into their hands, but trying would at least add a glimmer of hope. Looking down at the trousers she was wearing, she realized that Yan Zhan, that guy, had coincidentally done her a favor. Wearing pants, she would have an easier time walking than if she had been in a dress.
Indeed, Yang Mei knew the place like the back of her hand.
