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Before coming here, Wang Kuan had indeed written a letter and handed it along with a plain wooden box to Sang Qingxiao.
Calculating the time, it was just after Wang Kuan was captured that Old Vine quietly passed the items to the Steward of the Left Minister's Residence, using a bit of Little Demon magic to ensure the Steward quickly found Shi Yun.
Shi Yun first opened the envelope and scanned through it, nearly thinking he was seeing things at the end. After instinctively blinking several times, he began reading each word from the beginning.
The letter was ostensibly a plea for help, but it was filled with insults directed at him. It began by calling him an unfilial son. It berated him for sitting in a high position while being ignorant of his family's suffering in the south due to his incompetence. When Lord Great-Grandmother passed away, there wasn't even a bowl dropped in mourning. His son had been forced into servitude due to poverty and had suffered a fatal accident after falling from a height while working.
One tragic event followed another, but fortunately, the Shi Family still had one bloodline left. Thanks to his father's hard-earned money, he managed to study and gain admission to the Imperial Academy. It was during his studies that he learned about the Chancellor's past and gradually verified his identity, not wanting any connection with such an unfilial person.
However, with his mother ill and having exhausted all means to help her without success, he found himself with no choice but to seek assistance from him, hoping that their shared bloodline and his grandmother's filial piety would prompt him to lend a hand.
By the time Shi Yun finished reading, his heart ached painfully; sweat and tears blurred his vision as he leaned against the steward for support just to remain standing. The unique writing style of the letter made him believe seven or eight parts of it; after all, who would dare make such jokes with the current Chancellor? Moreover, at the end of the letter, the writer's information and detailed address were provided.
Shi Yun couldn't wait to hold the wooden box close to him. As he trembled while opening it, his crying intensified. Inside were old belongings he had once used, tokens of love between him and his wife, as well as letters written by his parents expressing their longing for him.
The items matched perfectly; even the handwriting was consistent. At that moment, Shi Yun believed tenfold.
Ignoring his physical condition after such sorrow, he struggled to run outside. The steward, being more rational, knew he couldn't stop him and instead arranged for a carriage while also bringing along several guards just in case this matter turned out to be false.
The carriage sped along until they reached the address mentioned in the letter. There indeed lay a woman gravely ill; her worn-out appearance made her look much older than Shi Yun's father.
Upon seeing him, she recognized him immediately and cried out for help: "Kuan! Kuan! He has been captured! Save him!"
It was difficult enough to find someone; now she heard another piece of bad news—who dared capture him?
The woman pointed toward a chest at the foot of her bed. Shi Yun rummaged through it and pulled out a stack of IOUs.
The woman on the bed could barely see through her tears and lamented bitterly: "It's all my fault! I knew I was a burden but didn't end my life sooner because of my greed and luck! I caused Kuan to borrow these deadly things."
She continued: "Someone must have set him up in the dark. My wretched body can't even call for help! Kuan has always been kind to others; given our family's circumstances, he's used to enduring everything without holding grudges against outsiders."
It could only be these deadly debts; perhaps they were too large for Kuan to repay, which led them to capture him as a lesson on interest.
As she recounted her story, Shi Yun's gaze fell upon the information on the IOUs—there was an address listed. The steward noticed it too; his pupils trembled slightly as he hesitated to speak. But seeing his master ready to rush out, he had no choice but to hold him back: "Master, this Big Merchant seems related to Madam. Previously, Young Master’s properties were rented out to this merchant."
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