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"Look at him, then go notify the Demon Subduing Institute. I also want to see if the Demon Subduing Institute dares to send someone to snatch my Spirit Familiar." After saying this, Sang Qingxiao gestured for Misha to follow her, but Misha stopped in front of Qi Xiaomian.
"The girls from Fragrant Pavilion are all good people, and they are pitiful too. They cling to the powerful just to survive. You want to know why they don’t speak up? They fear retaliation from the nobles. It wouldn’t matter if they died themselves, but secretly, they have supported many children."
"There was a time when we were in the northern lands, where battles were frequent and there were many orphans. It started with just a few, but eventually, they ended up adopting an entire village."
"The girls often say that these little ones are too costly! But when it comes to spending money, they are incredibly generous. Perhaps at first, they just felt sorry for the children, but it has long since turned into a deep concern."
"They raised this group of children but feared that their identities would affect the children's futures. Therefore, they never dared to show themselves in front of the kids. They only communicated through me, sending supplies and letters, and even when writing letters, they chose every word carefully, afraid that some clever child might catch on."
"They cautiously built a world for the children, hoping that Yongxin Marquis wouldn’t destroy it."
Qi Xiaomian did not answer directly but asked in return, "Since the girls from Fragrant Pavilion trust you so much, I assume you already know the answer?"
Misha nodded without hesitation. "You secretly sent them out of Jingjing City and hid their whereabouts; then I will tell you what I know."
"Such straightforwardness? Aren't you afraid of retaliation from the nobles?"
"Isn’t there a powerful Demon Catcher protecting me?"
Once outside The Office of Censors, they walked a few steps to Small Tavern.
"This place is actually yours?" Misha looked around. "I've heard about it for a long time and always wanted to try it."
"Oh? What have you heard?"
"Mostly some gossip, but they praised your flavors highly. Many dishes are things I've never tried before. But your little shop probably doesn’t make much money, right?"
"Not really."
"The back door leads to The Office of Censors while the front faces Imperial Academy and other schools along the street. Most residents nearby are low-ranking officials."
"These people already have limited income on paper, and with The Office of Censors watching them closely, who would dare spend more money?"
"Although Sang Qingxiao doesn’t rely on Small Tavern for income, she wouldn’t mind having more money to burn."
"The biggest order right now is from Yongxin Marquis—feeding thirty people daily. As for everything else, we’ll see about hiring help later."
"Hiring people? Or hiring demons?"
Sang Qingxiao led him toward the kitchen, speaking without hesitation. "Of course, I want to find the Spirit Familiar again. There are more secrets here, and it's easier with our own people."
A thick cotton curtain blocked the view at the counter, revealing the back kitchen.
This back kitchen was not small; it was at least a third the size of the front area and exceptionally clean. The pots and pans gleamed as if they had never been used.
"Pretty clean, right?" Sang Qingxiao said with a hint of pride in his voice. "Come on, let me introduce you to the other helpers at the Small Tavern."
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