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Old Vine was indeed right; the rain had spread to Jingjing City, and it showed no signs of letting up. Counting the days, it had been raining for eleven days now, and the Small Tavern had little business during this time, so they simply closed down.
Being the capital city, the underground drainage system was quite effective, and there wasn't much water pooling on the streets. Inside the Small Tavern, Old Vine worked his magic, keeping the rain at bay while the floor remained dry. Only at night did a bit of rain seep in to water Zheng Garden.
The neighboring establishment had fallen silent days ago. The Emperor had sent Qi Xiaomian to inspect Jiangnan, and Zhou Yunjin had also requested a patrol assignment, taking Wang Dachui and a team with him. Li Cu and the Warriors had yet to enjoy their promised drink together.
Life at the Small Tavern continued as usual. Misha, feeling bored, decided to cook, while Li Cu taught two young ones how to fight. Sang Qingxiao flipped through romantic tales, occasionally exchanging banter with Li Cu.
Feeling thirsty after sipping some peach drink, Sang Qingxiao suddenly felt warmth at his wrist. He pulled out a white jade token from his bracelet, which displayed a few lines of text: "Tonight at 7:30 PM, Yazheng Residence, Ton Room."
Something was amiss?
Sang Qingxiao pondered for a moment before stepping into the front courtyard to ask Old Vine about Bai Residence. Was something wrong there?
No, everything seemed fine.
After a brief silence, Sang Qingxiao thought again; Aunt Zhen had contacted him suddenly, indicating it might not be trivial. Since Bai Residence was unharmed, it could be related to someone she cared about. Old Vine suggested checking on Yan Min.
"Wait a moment," he said.
Before long, Old Vine received news that indeed something had happened—the Dam on the Wei River in Ze Province had collapsed due to flooding. Yan Min, the Zhezhou Prefect, suddenly faced a pile of incriminating evidence against him and was being escorted to the capital.
It truly was serious.
At the agreed time, Sang Qingxiao stealthily entered Bai Residence and made his way to Ton Room with ease. On a table against the wall sat a pot of tea and an exquisite plate of snacks. Through a hole in the wall, Sang Qingxiao saw Sang Yuzhen alone inside Yazheng Residence, seemingly waiting for someone.
Clearing his throat softly to announce his presence, Sang Qingxiao picked up a pastry and savored it slowly.
Just past Hai hour, another person entered Yazheng Residence.
Dressed in dark attire and clearly a woman by her stature—though turned away from him—her face remained unseen.
Yan Min was in trouble.
I know.
That’s your head on the line; you seem remarkably calm about it.
Sang Yuzhen couldn't be bothered to argue and retorted, "Did you come here just for this?"
"Yan Min is your beloved, what does it have to do with me? I have other matters to discuss with you. I heard that your Courier Agency has taken on the task of delivering disaster relief supplies for the court?"
Typically, the court assigns such transportation tasks to the Yamen or the military. However, this year, due to the widespread disasters, there are too many affected areas and not enough manpower, so they have recruited some other forces.
The Bai Residence is a royal merchant, and their Courier Agency travels extensively, familiar with many routes, making them a natural choice for this recruitment.
"So, what about it?"
"Is the destination assigned by the court to you Luzhou?"
Sang Yuzhen nodded.
"I don't care what methods you use—whether you throw it away or send it to another province—that supply cannot be delivered to Luzhou!"
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