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Sang Bai Jue and Sang Qingxiao reminisced about the past, gradually becoming drowsy. Unintentionally, he dozed off, and when he woke up, his eyes widened, resembling a hawk that had been simmered for a long time yet remained untamed.
His gaze fell upon Sang Qingxiao, who was reading nearby, and he let out a sigh of relief. "Girl, I’ve fallen for your tricks," he chuckled.
"You have bloodshot eyes; I thought you should rest for a while, yet you still complained. No matter what you plan to do next, your health is the foundation."
"Tsk, you speak so eloquently. Do you talk like this with that Qi Family brat too?"
"Mind your own business regarding my matters," he replied.
Sang Bai Jue continued to inquire, "Is he currently in Dayu?"
"The setup is extensive; nothing escapes your notice."
Sang Bai Jue took up a pen and wrote a list, handing it to him. "If you need more hands, just send someone over."
Sang Qingxiao naturally accepted his intention and handed him the Spatial Symbol she had prepared earlier. Sang Bai Jue regained his composure for a moment before disappearing into the night.
On July 7th, it was overcast as summer settled in. After weeks of heat, the temperature suddenly dropped on this day; even wearing two layers of clothing could not shield one from the chill.
It was just right for wearing mourning clothes.
The Small Tavern had put up a sign saying it was closed yesterday, unusually without a date for reopening, which prompted regulars to repeatedly inquire. Misha casually brushed them off.
Early in the morning, some elderly regulars came by out of habit to see if they could gauge whether the Small Tavern would be closed for several months again. They noticed some movement inside the closed door and felt reassured; after all, the taste of the Small Tavern was something they missed after just a few days without it.
With their minds at ease, they were about to leave when suddenly the door of the Small Tavern opened.
The young owner stepped out, and as everyone opened their mouths to greet her, they were taken aback by her conspicuous mourning attire.
"Miss Sang, what is this?"
The regulars blurted out their condolences but hesitated to ask further questions.
Sang Qingxiao merely smiled at them.
The initial shock quickly faded as more people noticed the Sang Family Crest on her clothing. Upon seeing it, they immediately recognized her lineage.
More than a decade ago, the Sang Family was renowned, and even though time has blurred those memories, discussions about them have resurfaced recently. Old memories are gradually coming back, and there were even nostalgic individuals who went to Prince Jing's Residence to pay their respects in secret.
When people saw the emblem, their first reaction was silence, but soon some took action. A few gathered around, trying to push Sang Qingxiao into the Small Tavern.
"Little girl, who have you offended? Ji Qingqing is still young and naive; she must have been schemed against. Some clothes are not suitable for wearing. Let’s just pretend we didn’t see it; you should hurry inside and change."
"Yes, yes, go change. If you still want to wear it, do so at home where no one can see."
"Miss Sang, I heard that there’s money to be made in the south. Why not consider opening a Small Tavern there instead?"
"Girl, stay calm in times of trouble; living is the most important thing."
However, all the groundwork laid in recent days was not in vain. Public sentiment had finally shifted back significantly, even more than anticipated.
"Uncle, Aunt Liu, after some time has passed, the Sang Family won’t hide anymore. The Sang Family has endured for years; it’s time for an explanation."
Sang Qingxiao spoke frankly, leaving those around her unsure of how to react.
"Uncle, Aunt Liu, I need to go knock on the Mingyuan Drum and consult the master about the timing; we can't afford to miss it."
Seeing that the girl was so determined, everyone knew rationally that they shouldn’t get involved in this mess. Yet their hearts ached with emotion; in a moment of impulse, they found themselves following behind Sang Qingxiao.
And this following group grew larger and larger.
Walking to the palace gate wasn’t a short distance; they had barely covered a third of the way when they spotted several Official Family carriages by the roadside. They bore no emblems—simple and understated. As they walked longer, more and more appeared.
Lian Baoying peeked out from behind one of the carriage curtains before it was hastily drawn shut again.
There were many eyes watching in the city; how could news spread so quickly?
Sang Qingxiao thought stubborn individuals might come to obstruct her, but along the way, everything remained smooth sailing.
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