Yu Jijiu, who was about to leave, was stunned when he heard this, but nodded and said, “That’s right. If someone can’t eat something, it’s hard to explain if something goes wrong!”

You have to be careful with what you put in your mouth. It can make you sick at best and fatal at worst!

“It was the Zhōngshū Lìng Du Lingmou who heard that the snacks in the public kitchen of the Dali Temple tasted good, so he asked me to buy them! Now that you know, when the snacks are ready, send someone to send them to the Du Mansion!” After saying that, Yu Jijiu turned around and left with his men!

Everyone in front of the food table was eating rice noodles with their heads down. When Yu Jijiu mentioned the three words “Zhōngshū Lìng”, Wen Mingtang, who was about to put a piece of pork shreds in his mouth with chopsticks, paused. The pork shreds on the chopsticks fell into the soup, and the milky soup splashed on her face.

Zhōngshū Lìng? The broth was warm, not scalding. Pulling out a handkerchief, Wen Mingtang subconsciously wiped her face, then picked up her chopsticks again, lifted a bite of rice noodles, and put them into her mouth, thinking to herself: “Quite the coincidence!”

Just as she was thinking this, she saw Ji Caimai, who had been stunned for a moment, seem to react. His face was no longer the pleasant and playful greeting he had just given to everyone, nor was it the smile he had shown when he met Yu Jijiu.

Instead, he said with a strange look, “What a coincidence! Just as Lin Shaoqing mentioned, this Lord Du is here. I’ll go ask him!” He muttered as he left the public kitchen.

The people who were eating breakfast looked on, somewhat puzzled.

…

After the midday meal, it was time to start preparing the snacks and milk tea again. Seeing that large order crossed out on the list, Wen Mingtang furrowed her brows and deliberately went to find Ji Caimai. “Yú Jìjiǔ came by this morning. The snacks and milk tea he ordered on behalf of Lord Du won’t be made anymore?”

Ji Caimai nodded with a brief “Mm,” then said, “Lín Shào­qīng said that the public kitchen’s snacks are not for sale to him!” After pausing for a moment, he lowered his voice and added to Wen Mingtang, “Lín Shào­qīng said that this Lord Du is most likely here just to stir up trouble. From now on, if you hear that man’s name, Master Wen, remember to steer clear. Don’t let him catch hold of any handle against you!!”

Wen Mingtang: “…Okay.”

Sure enough, how could there be so many coincidences in this world?

…

How could there be so many coincidences in this world? Wen Mingtang was not the only one who had this idea! The young master of the Yang family looked coldly at the two vendors selling porcelain not far away.

He knew these people were not easy to deal with! Even after sending the young lady from the Chang family away, they still refused to let him go and were determined to break up his marriage to Third Miss Huang, thereby ruining his chance to ascend to heaven.

Thinking of this, Young Master Yang was trembling with anger. His hands, hanging at his sides, clenched tightly, his bones creaking and turning white. He gritted his teeth and looked at the two vendors who were looking around as if searching for someone.

Looking for someone? Looking for whom? That pretentious scholar?

Young Master Yang sneered: He had already asked around, and that person was no ordinary scholar. He heard that he was the proud disciple of a famous scholar! In the eyes of Minister Huang, he and Third Miss Huang were a perfect match, and he was currently working hard to promote their marriage! A disciple of a famous scholar was setting up a stall to sell paintings? It was clearly a double act. Were they taking him for a fool?

These people were amazing. They even asked for help from a disciple of a famous scholar!

Young Master Yang walked forward with his head lowered. When he reached the market, he looked up again. His clenched fists loosened, and the sneer on his face was replaced by annoyance and regret.

He heard the two people muttering, “Why is the scholar gone?” “Did he catch a cold after drinking too much that day?” “If I had known this, I would have asked him where he lived.”

Young Master Yang sneered inwardly: Still pretending?

Too lazy to expose the two people, Young Master Yang walked towards them.

One of the vendors was the first to notice his approach and patted his companion on the shoulder. The two stopped looking for Xun Zhou and looked up at him.

Young Master Yang looked at him with a dejected expression: “You must have seen what happened to the Huang family that day! I regret it!”

The two vendors heard a hint of sneer on their faces: they naturally remembered the day when Young Master Yang was insulted by Minister Huang like a stray dog ​​and was kicked and beaten by the two daughters of the Huang family. It had been a joke in the market for several days!

Looking at Young Master Yang, who had changed into a simple and worn-out outfit and looked dejected today, one of the vendors sneered: “You regret it? But that young lady has already gone to serve the noble!”

Miss Chang was already dead, and there was no point in regretting!

A ruthless look crossed Young Master Yang’s face. “You’re right. Neither father-in-law nor wife was of much use. The only person you can truly rely on in this world is yourself. I… I want to come back!”

Upon hearing Young Master Yang’s words, “I want to come back,” the two vendors were stunned for a moment. Then, reacting, they exchanged glances. One of them nodded, mouthing, “He is just that kind of person!”

Even if this man, surnamed Yang, wanted to return, they might have accepted him for the sake of money… but one of the vendors stroked his chin and shook his head, saying, “It’s not that we don’t value old ties. Do you realize that after all that commotion in the marketplace, your face has already become too well known in Chang’an?”

There were just too many people who knew him. If he were put to use, it would be hard to say, but he might easily run into an acquaintance and be recognized.

Young Master Yang said to the two of them, “Chang’an is not the only city in the world!”

They had business in places like Luoyang and Jinling, so if they wanted to use him, it wouldn’t be impossible!

Of course, these people had plenty of bait in their hands; having one more of him did not make a difference, and having one less of him did not make a difference either.

As for bait like him, who had once tried to break away, these people might not be willing to use him again.

Young Master Yang looked at the two before him and leisurely revealed a “secret”: “Don’t you know about Miss Yuan’s arrest?”

Fortunately, the officials at the Dali Temple were still unaware of Miss Chang’s death. He had entered the temple under the guise of Miss Chang’s fiancé. Upon entering, he overheard two officers whispering about Miss Yuan’s arrest. His heart skipped a beat, and seeing no one was paying attention, he quickly fled.

Until now, Miss Yuan had been the one contacting them. While they knew there was someone behind her, they had never seen her.

“You all know how fragile Third Miss Yuan is. Who knows if she’ll confess everything?” Young Master Yang said. “The person behind this is so well hidden, so cautious. She might not know who it is, nor might she be willing to reveal it! But I’m the knife in your hands, and you’re the knife in Third Miss Yuan’s hands. If the knife doesn’t work, one can just change it! I’ve only seen people change knives, but rarely the hands holding them!”

The two vendors’ faces fell upon hearing this.

“I think we can wait for the person behind this to contact us while also preparing a retreat!” Young Master Yang paused and looked at the two. “We can make some preparations and be ready to evacuate Chang’an City at any time!”

(End of this chapter)

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