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Sang Qingxiao paid no mind to Yong Huai's kindness, merely thanking her out of courtesy.
She had thought that with Yong Huai being so diligent and responsible, and with Ling Qian being tormented by curses and bound by aphrodisiac, she would not be able to see her. However, just as breakfast at the Small Tavern was coming to an end, a carriage marked with the insignia of the Prince's Mansion once again stopped in front of the Small Tavern.
The carriage door did not open, but an unpleasant odor wafted out, causing passersby to detour without needing the servants of the Prince's Mansion to clear the area. The street was soon deserted.
A maid stepped down and, after a bow, said, "Please, miss, come aboard and speak with my master." As she raised her head, her eyes were filled with pleading; faint scars were visible on her wrists, suggesting she had been through a terrible time lately. But what did that matter? It was none of Sang Qingxiao's concern; she was not the cause of it.
Sang Qingxiao showed no restraint in her annoyance. "You're blocking my business."
Inside the carriage, Ling Qian shouted angrily, "I've given you so many benefits, yet you remain unmoved. How much can you earn from this little business?"
Just as she finished speaking, the side curtain of the carriage was lifted, and a money pouch was tossed out like a donation before the curtain was closed again.
Sang Qingxiao suppressed her anger and glanced down; it was indeed quite plump. A corner of it revealed gold coins—clearly, they had money. But what good was that? She had no life left to spend it.
Seeing that Sang Qingxiao remained unmoved, the maid below felt troubled. She picked up the pouch and knelt on both knees, pleading for Sang Qingxiao to accept it.
Sang Qingxiao stood up straight. "If you're not going to do business with me, then close the door."
Hearing the commotion outside, Ling Qian lifted the curtain again and gritted her teeth. "Sang Qingxiao, if you’re not moved by this much money, could it be that you’re not as formidable as people say? Perhaps it’s all just an illusion; you really have no way to save me."
Realizing Ling Qian was trying to provoke her, Sang Qingxiao immediately interrupted. "I’ve already told you that I can’t save you. You keep coming back despite knowing this. Don’t exhaust yourself running around like this; I’d hate for you to drop dead right in front of my Small Tavern—it would bring me bad luck and ruin my business!"
"You dare say I bring bad luck! Someone! Kill her!"
"Qianqian!"
The sound of hooves approached rapidly from afar.
Sang Qingxiao thought to herself how quick they were to arrive; they must have been watching closely. They likely knew Ling Qian had left the mansion but still allowed her to come to the Small Tavern and put on this show. She wondered what their intentions were.
Sang Qingxiao felt a heightened sense of caution.
Qi Xiaomian was still in the palace when Huo Qi walked out and stood beside Sang Qingxiao.
"Qin Junxiang! Are you going to stop me again?"
"Qianqian, stop messing around. Your body can't take it anymore. You should come with me quickly."
"I'm messing around? Qin Junxiang, what do you want me to do? Continue to be knocked out by your smoke?"
The Second Prince looked at her with deep concern. "I was worried about you. You were making quite a noise during your nightmares, and I was afraid you might hurt yourself."
"Enough!" Qin Junxiang exclaimed. "I'm about to die here, and I smell terrible. Even I find it disgusting, yet you can still pretend everything is fine! You must have been wishing for my death all along, right? Do you know that when I die, you won't be able to live alone either?"
"I am desperately trying to find a way to survive, not just for myself but also for you!"
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