After punishing the corrupt officials and collecting the silver, Ye Ziâan found himself troubled. With so much silver, how could it be transported to the Capital City? With so much, he feared someone unafraid of death might attempt to rob it on the way.
"Find the garrison troops to escort it," Yang Chuxia suggested. "The garrison here in Zhejiang might not be moved easily, as coastal areas often have pirates and such. Although Zhejiang has never been invaded by pirates, we canât afford to be complacent. It would be better to transfer people from Lingfu Prefecture."
"Yes, what you say makes sense," he agreed. "I will write to them. Once the silver is sent off, we can head to Yunchuan. But the commotion in Zhejiang is quite significant this time, and I fear it might not be easy to investigate other places. Our traces might be harder to disguise."
"What are you afraid of?" replied Yang Chuxia. "I think we shouldnât go to Yunchuan next, or rather, you shouldnât go yet. Iâd take Lele and some people to Yunchuan. The news of Yangyang appearing in Yunchuan might have caught the attention of those who care. They probably think weâre heading to Yunchuan, and other prefectures outside of Yunchuan will surely lower their guard. Yet we act counter to expectations."
"We donât need to split up. Weâll go to Yunchuan as planned," Ye Ziâan said. "As for other prefectures, let Ye Yi and his men investigate."
"That works too."
Ye Ziâan went to handle his official business, and someone reported that Luo Linfei was making a fuss about committing suicide.
Upon hearing this, a cold gleam flashed in Yang Chuxiaâs eyes.
She despised those who threatened life and death at a whim. If someone wanted to die, they could have done so when they were first humiliatedâbiting their tongue, banging their head against the wall, any method would have worked.
Why not die early? After everything has passed, they throw a fit about suicideâarenât they sick?
"Madam, do you want to go check?" The only maid accompanying her on this trip was Ming Lan, who had just come from Luo Linfeiâs quarters.
"I wonât go!" Yang Chuxia waved her hand dismissively. "Tell her if she wants to die, then just die. Ask her what method she prefers, and Iâll prepare the tools. Thereâs a rope for hanging, made of wrought iron, so it definitely wonât snap while sheâs hanging. If she wants to bang her head against a wall, just do it with force. If she plans to stab her heart, send my dagger over to her. Itâs sharp enough to cut through iron; one stab and she wonât live even if she tries."
Yang Chuxiaâs voice was loud, making Luo Linfeiâs personal maid awkwardly stand at the entrance, unsure whether to advance or retreat.
She originally intended to persuade Yang Chuxia to intervene, but now what could she say?
The young maid stood startled, and then heard Yang Chuxiaâs voice again, "If she doesnât want to die, then pack up and get out. Either return to the Capital City or go elsewhere. This lady doesnât have the time or patience to entertain her."
Hearing Yang Chuxiaâs words, the young maid blushed and scurried back.
She went back and exaggerated the account to Luo Linfei, who then stopped making a fuss. For a long while, no sound came from the room.
"Madam, everythingâs fine over there," Ming Lan returned to secretly report after a peek.
"Good to hear," Yang Chuxia snorted coldly. "I wonât sympathize or pity her. In my view, all her misfortunes are self-inflicted. A young lady unaware of the worldâs dangers, thinking that being a Luo family member with a few companions means no one would dare touch her? Little does she know that sometimes, identity is the death warrant."
"Yes, itâs all because of my own fault. I never expected your sympathy," Luo Linfeiâs cold voice came from the doorway. "Iâm leaving now, thereâs no need for you to drive me out, but I do have one request for you."