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Sang Qingxiao felt a surge of anger. How could they have the audacity to show their faces here? Qi Shuo was still laughing, while Liu Fan remarked that Liu Cong was foolish. However, in Sang's eyes, the boy simply struggled to express himself, though his heart was clearer than anyone else's.
As for the daughters-in-law of the Lei family, I could only scold them a little. They appeared honest on the surface, but I had no idea what they truly thought inside. Yet, did the others in the Lei family really not know about these women's actions? They clearly had the power to intervene but chose not to; it seemed they had their own motives.
Lei Zong'ao was at the Imperial Tomb and wouldn't be back anytime soon. Without his support, Liu Cong would face many hardships in the Lei family. He was a genius with mechanisms, and no door could keep him out. Rather than letting him run to you every time he faced trouble, it might be better for him to stay here until Lei Zong'ao returned.
Speaking of which, Qi Shuo whispered again about Yin Can and Foolish Brother. Their antics were getting louder and louder. Just yesterday, part of our courtyard collapsed again. Thankfully, my brothers lived far away; although they weren't crushed, they were nearly suffocated by the foul air that erupted from below.
Sigh, when will this life come to an end? Sang Qingxiao recalled how just a few days ago, Yin Can had come running to tell him excitedly that something big was coming and that he had created a weapon unlike any other—powerful beyond measure.
Qi Shuo scoffed, saying it wasn't the first time Yin Can had claimed something was coming soon. His anticipation had shifted to hoping it wouldn't result in any casualties. "He's just a kid; your Marquis can indulge him."
Qi Shuo laughed, "Not just our Marquis! After so many failures, it would be hard for Yin Can to give up. Our Old Master always encourages him right away; it's always like this. As Yin Can grows bolder, his experiments become increasingly dangerous."
After some lighthearted chatter, they returned to The Office of Censors. The children played until dark and when mealtime approached, only Two Little Treasures remained. Sang Qingxiao asked them where Liu Cong was.
The Office of Censors looked displeased. "Brother Liu Cong is clearly our playmate! After learning about his abilities, Yin Can insisted on keeping him around and wouldn't let him leave. He even wanted Brother Liu Cong to help improve his weaponry! Clever Brother was also captivated by Yin Can's designs; the three of them got so engrossed that they didn't want to play with us anymore."
Little Raccoon chimed in, "The brothers are busy with important matters; we can't disturb them! Brother Yin Can even gave us small models to play with—weren't you having fun?"
Little Raccoon handed a small model to Sang Qingxiao for inspection. After looking it over, Sang nodded in approval. "Not bad; there's progress." Yin Can had incorporated his own ideas into it and made several improvements that brought its function and appearance closer to this era.
With Liu Cong's involvement, their efforts would surely yield twice the results with half the effort. Sang Qingxiao felt a sense of anticipation brewing within him.
The Small Tavern had accumulated quite a few chores while Misha was away, leaving Sang Qingxiao to handle everything alone. As night fell and the tavern closed its doors, she continued her work inside.
Approaching midnight, the usually quiet street suddenly erupted into noise. Sang Qingxiao stood by the window and saw a group of people approaching with torches in hand. As they neared The Office of Censors, they hesitated before pushing forward a leader who approached the guard on duty with a tense expression and said cautiously, "Sir, we are residents of Fulin Neighborhood and have urgent matters to report."
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