This person was none other than Sang Pingliang.
"May I ask if the young Miss is in?" Sang Pingliang asked the doorman with a smile.
"The young Miss?" The doorman looked at the man of advanced years who abruptly asked if the young Miss was present, and eyed him suspiciously, "Who are you? What do you want with our young Miss?"
What for? Of course, to seek help!
"My name is Sang Pingliang; please brother, go and inform the young Miss that Sang Pingliang is looking for her urgently!" As he spoke, he took out a piece of broken silver from his robe and, with a flattering smile, slipped it into the doorman's hand.
Seeing the silver was about two or three mace in weight, the doorman weighted it thinking it was better than nothing and, with a gesture of his mouth to the side, said: "Stand there and don't block the way, I'll go ask for you!"
