Chapter 1006 - 1006 1006 To the Prefectural City (13)

1006: Chapter 1006: To the Prefectural City (13) 1006: Chapter 1006: To the Prefectural City (13) Qi Jingyi rubbed his nose.

“Brother Number Eight, caught a cold?” Qi Jingrong approached from the other side.

“You are Brother Crown Prince’s right-hand man; you can’t afford to be ill…”

“Thank you for your concern, Tenth Brother,” Qi Jingyi replied with his usual smile.

“This sneeze of mine isn’t due to a cold, but rather someone thinking about me.

Didn’t you see those magpies chattering away immediately?

It means good news is coming…” With that, he continued walking outside, but after two steps, he stopped again.

“That’s right, I had forgotten to congratulate Tenth Brother.

There is a new beauty in your estate, a joyful and auspicious event…” After finishing his words, he really left without any delay.

Watching Qi Jingyi’s retreating figure, Qi Jingrong’s handsome face couldn’t help but darken.

That fool from the Shen Family had entered his estate, and he had no choice but to accept her because Shen Wanxing was a favorite in front of the Emperor.

Although he had bound himself to the Shen Family, every time he recalled how he had been calculated by those two despicable people from the Shen Family, his anger flared uncontrollably.

Just wait, he would surely make these people pay in the future.

On the twenty-sixth of the twelfth lunar month, Yang Ruxin and Gu Qingheng still decided to make a trip to the Prefectural City.

After all, entertainment was scarce in this era, there wasn’t much to attend to at home, and she regarded it as an opportunity to broaden her horizons.

Of course, if possible, she also wanted to buy properties and shops.

Moreover, what she wanted most was to buy servants in the Prefectural City.

They had ample servants at home who did their work satisfactorily, but none of them were worldly enough to shoulder heavy responsibilities, and Gu Qingheng was the one who reminded her of this.

If a family wished to grow and become more powerful, it was essential to have an adept butler.

The younger ones at home were quite excited, too, but since Yang Ruxin was going on business, she couldn’t take them with her.

However, she promised them that she would take everyone out for a trip come springtime.

Shadow Three had been dispatched to gather information, and Gu Yao was assigned to house-sit, leaving Gu Qingheng to drive the carriage with Yang Ruxin to town.

The ‘Seven Wolves’ of the small courtyard had been doing fairly well these past few days.

Every morning, they practiced martial arts with Shadow Thirteen, followed by studying with Bai Rongguang, and practiced martial arts again in the evening.

Their schedule was packed, leaving no room for idle thoughts.

“Who among you is familiar with Prefectural City?” Yang Ruxin asked as everyone was getting ready to write.

“I am,” Shuimu was the first to jump out.

“In the last two years or so, Fourth Brother and I have been hustling in the Prefectural City.”

“My original home was in Prefectural City,” Ye San added after a moment of silence, standing up as well.

“I left after I lost it.”

Yang Ruxin nodded without prying further into their pasts.

Everyone had secrets, and since the past was the past, there was no need to delve into it.

“Then the two of you will come with me to Prefectural City,” Yang Ruxin decided and then glanced at the others.

“You all continue.”

Ye San knew how to drive a carriage, so after coming out, he replaced Gu Qingheng at the reins.

Shuimu, being clever, didn’t enter the carriage but sat with Ye San outside, as the thick cotton clothes she wore were warm enough, and she didn’t feel cold at all.

However, upon seeing the horses pulling the carriage, both couldn’t help but murmur to themselves—how ignorant or extravagant must one be to use such a fine steed for pulling a carriage?

Of course, what they didn’t know was that the white horse with the red tail was Gu Qingheng’s mount named Zhui Feng.

It was a legendary steed capable of traveling a thousand li by day and eight hundred by night.

But now, with no tasks for its master, Zhui Feng was relegated to pulling a carriage.