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Misha and Qi Xiaomian were hurrying ahead, while the others sat inside the carriage, filled with laughter and chatter—though it was quite noisy. Especially Yin Can, who had never left Yezhou City in his life, and rarely even ventured out of the Ouyang Family estate. He exclaimed at everything he saw, and his excitement was contagious, prompting the two younger boys to join in.
Sang Qingxiao stuffed her ears with cotton, still finding it loud. It was said that boys tend to get into fights when they are together, but these three seemed to hit it off immediately. After a few introductions, they acted like brothers.
Yin Can was particularly protective of the two younger boys. Perhaps it was a transfer of emotions; seeing them reminded him of the children lost in the fire, and he felt compelled to treat them well.
Li Cu asked in astonishment, "Is it true that the Ouyang Family has kept you under such tight control? They don’t even let you go outside?"
Yin Can's face turned red. "I... I easily get lost."
"Aha, so you're directionally challenged," Li Cu mused. "That's why you just wait around in Yezhou City? If you went out, you wouldn't be able to find your way back, even if you knew the address."
"Good thing you're directionally challenged," he continued. "Otherwise, Yuntie County would have been reduced to ashes by now."
"I've already thought of a method," Yin Can said. "If they don’t show up soon, I’ll follow that tunnel and burn their ancestral grave. Destroying an ancestral grave is a serious matter; they’ve hidden many secrets there. So even if I have to crawl through, I will!"
"What secrets?"
"I don’t know. How could the Ouyang Family tell someone like me—who’s ready to die at any moment?" Yin Can glanced at Sang Qingxiao. "I’m curious too, but she won’t let me."
When collecting treasures, Yin Can had suggested turning the Ouyang Family's ancestral grave upside down. Sang Qingxiao stopped him, saying that maliciously digging up someone’s grave was against natural justice.
The group camped in the mountains for two days and finally entered Huzhou City just before the city gates closed on the evening of the third day. Huzhou was impressive; its walls were vast, but two-thirds of the city was covered by an inner lake.
As night fell, lanterns lit up along the lakeside every few steps—not just for decoration but as a reminder that there was water ahead. The curfew in Huzhou City wasn’t as early as in Jingjing City; there were still many people and vendors on the streets.
Qi Xiaomian bought everyone some fried shrimp cakes—freshly made from live shrimp before being tossed into the oil. "Let’s enjoy this while we can; we need to settle down first since we don’t have time to explore before sunset."
It wasn’t convenient to stay at a large inn, so my people found a secluded tavern run solely by an old man. The place was quite spacious, and he offered us a backyard where we could stay for a few days.
With a private backyard available for our use, who would want to share an inn with strangers? Everyone was eager; after camping out for several days, they finally had a place to clean up properly.
"Tavern? Is that really what it's called? The owner is quite casual about it."
Li Cu pulled Sang Qingxiao along, laughing, "Doesn't this atmosphere feel just like coming home? Xiaoxiao, it's just like our place, with hardly any decorations at the entrance, just two lanterns hanging there."
"Indeed!"
Similarly, on this entire street, only this one shop had been opened up. The Food Haven had great dishes, but this Small Tavern only served fine wine. The aroma alone was not inferior to Nectar.
Everyone felt a sense of anticipation for this Small Tavern.
Perhaps hearing the commotion outside, a man in white stepped out. Qi Xiaomian presented his credentials, and the man revealed a gentle smile. "At this hour, I thought you wouldn't make it in."
His voice was pleasant, and though his appearance was rather ordinary, he carried himself with an air reminiscent of the bright moon in the sky—cold and solitary. Yet when he spoke, it felt as if moonlight was cascading down upon you, bringing a sense of tranquility and comfort that time stood still.
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