Cupping her hands, “Madam Li, Miss Yu Yin, why are you here?”

Yu Yin spoke up, “Master Ji, we knew you were leaving, so we came here specifically to wait for you.”

“May I ask what this is about?”

Madam Li said in a weak voice, “My husband did wrong all those years ago. Over these years, he’s often had nightmares. Now that the truth has come to light, his heart is much more at peace. I just went to the prison to see him, and he asked me to thank you. If not for you, he would have been troubled by his conscience for the rest of his life.”

“Madam Li is too kind.”

“Although the people from the Liubang Gang back then either died or were imprisoned, at least the matter from those years has been clarified. Besides, fundamentally speaking, it was my Li family that wronged the Wen family, so having such an outcome—we blame no one.”

Although Madam Li felt immensely sorrowful in her heart, she had come to accept it.

The cause one sows must indeed be repaid.

Ji Yunshu looked at the two of them. “May I ask what you two plan to do in the future?”

Yu Yin held Madam Li’s hand and said, “We plan to leave Yuzhou City and return to the north. From now on, we’ll settle there. After all, that’s our home.”

Two women, now depending on each other for survival.

Ji Yunshu said, “Then be careful on your journey.”

Madam Li and Yu Yin both nodded. “You as well, Master. May you have smooth travels to Yufu County this time.”

The three didn’t chat much. After Ji Yunshu gave a few instructions, she boarded the carriage.

The carriage started moving.

Soon it left Yuzhou City.

Inside the carriage!

Wei Yi squeezed into the middle, his head lazily resting on Ji Yunshu’s shoulder.

This made Jingrong grind his teeth watching.

Didn’t we agree to fair competition?

Boy, wait until the dead of night—this prince will twist your head off for sure.

Suddenly—

Wei Yi lifted his head, as if remembering something, and reached out his hand toward Jingrong.

“Give it back.”

Jingrong was puzzled. “What?”

“My silver!”

“Your silver?” He frowned. “Are you tired of living, boy? You dare ask this prince for silver?”

Wei Yi stomped his foot. “I’m not asking you for it—you took my silver.”

Oh my, little fellow!

“You’ve learned to extort people?” Jingrong said.

Wei Yi puffed out his cheeks and looked at Ji Yunshu, pointing angrily at Jingrong. “Shu’er, he took my silver. Last time my silver fell on the ground, and he picked it up.”

Ji Yunshu was at a loss.

As they say, even a wise judge finds it hard to settle family disputes!

She didn’t know anything about the silver matter either.

Jingrong seemed to remember, yet his face remained calm and his heart unperturbed as he said righteously, “Oh, that ownerless bag of silver! When silver falls on the ground, it becomes public property—whoever picks it up owns it. Besides, this prince has plenty of money. I don’t need to covet that bit of silver from you.”

“Then give it back to me.”

“Lang Bo took it. Go ask him for it.”

Pfft—

Of all the unfortunate timing, Lang Bo, who was riding his horse outside the carriage, heard that sentence.

His face darkened!

My prince, could you show some shame?

Sure enough, Wei Yi’s head immediately poked out from inside, glaring at him viciously.

Extending his hand, “My silver.”

“Young Master Wei, I…”

“My money.”

“Your money, I…”

“My money.”

“Yes, yes, yes, it’s your money, but I didn’t…”

Before he could say the word “take,” through the carriage window he happened to meet Jingrong’s sharp gaze carrying a cold gleam, which sent a shiver through his entire body and made him swallow his words back into his stomach.

He could only say, “Young Master Wei, rest assured, your silver is in the box up front. When we reach the relay station, I’ll give it to you.”

Wei Yi tilted his head thinking. “All right then, but you must give it to me.”

Finished speaking, his head retracted back inside.

Lang Bo’s face was full of worry!

Sigh, another loss of over fifty taels.

Your Highness, I don’t want to take the blame for this.

Inside the carriage, Ji Yunshu asked Wei Yi, “How much silver did you lose?”

He counted on his fingers. “Fifty-three taels.”

“Where did you get so much silver?”

“My mother gave it to me.” He answered nonchalantly.

Your mother?

Brother, your mother has been dead for ages, okay?

Ji Yunshu and Jingrong unconsciously exchanged glances.

Pressing further, “When did your mother give it to you?”

Wei Yi answered, “I don’t remember—a long time ago. Mother gave me many banknotes. I’ve been carrying them with me. Mother said they could be exchanged for silver. Last time I accidentally knocked over that sister’s porridge, she made me pay her silver, so I went to exchange for silver. I didn’t expect that with just one banknote I could exchange for so many ingots of silver. I wonder if that shopkeeper was stupid.”

“How much was your one banknote worth?”

“There were many characters on it I didn’t recognize, but I recognized a few. The accountant at home taught me before. It seemed to say… one thousand, yes, one thousand.” Not forgetting to praise himself, “Shu’er, I can read now.”

Ji Yunshu and Jingrong’s faces grew very long.

Speechless!

Jingrong then coldly burst out with a sarcastic remark, “Just like giving a blind person a piece of paper—whether there are words on it or not, stupidly can’t tell the difference.”

Laughing without any attempt to hide it!

Wei Yi didn’t understand and instead began chattering endlessly about which characters he recognized, which characters he could write, and who taught him, and so on…

After sitting in the carriage all afternoon, everyone finally rested briefly by a small stream.

Muruo built a fire and forcibly pulled Wei Yi over to warm his wine for him, saying he was used to his technique of warming wine and that wine warmed by others had no taste.

Meanwhile, Ji Yunshu and Jingrong sat by the stream, leaning against a bare rock nearby, watching the gently flowing water on one side and the picturesque sky on the other.

The distant horizon seemed scraped with a transparent layer of red, reflecting an intense crimson.

Truly a unique and beautiful scene!

Truly embodying the state of rising with the sun and resting with its setting.

“Have some water.”

Jingrong handed her the water pouch.

She took it and drank a mouthful, then cast her gaze toward Zhao Huai and his men in the distance.

They were also sitting by the stream—some drinking water, some eating dry biscuits.

But Zhao Huai was staring intently at the stream, not knowing what he was thinking!

“Why do you think he’s still following us?” Ji Yunshu asked.

Jingrong curved his thin, cold lips. “Perhaps he really is going to Yufu County.”

“I don’t think so. If he really wanted to go, why did he also stay in Yuzhou City for five days?”

“Are you worried he’ll seek revenge?”

Ji Yunshu shook her head and pulled out a piece of jade, asking him, “Look at this. What’s different about this jade?”

Looking at the blood-red jade handed before him, Jingrong was first stunned. “Isn’t this the jade that Wei Yi’s father gave you?”

Well then!

She said, “This jade doesn’t seem simple. Previously, Zhao Huai told me, ‘When the jade exists, the person exists; when the jade perishes, the person perishes.’ He seems to be after this jade, not after us. But what exactly does this mean? Moreover, this jade was left by Uncle Wei for Wei Yi.”