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It was late in the night, and there was still a long way to the yamen from here. Without much impoliteness, he only said coldly: "Manager Ling, it's getting late, I don't dare to keep you waiting."

Ling Chaofeng understood and patiently took Xiaowan's hands away, "No need to worry, I will be back soon. There will be a death in the shop, so there must be an explanation."

"But …" Xiaowan's eyes trembled, anxious until they were red.

"Follow Aunt Zhang and wait for me at home." He smiled and turned to walk out the door.

"Zephyr!" Watching her husband disappear into the night, Xiaowan's heart felt as if it had been dug out.

Although his back was facing Xiaowan, he smiled. This was the first time he had heard a Xiaowan call out his name.

"Xiao'er, don't be afraid. The manager will be back soon." Aunt Zhang followed up, hugging her and advised, "I'll send you back to your house."

"Aunt …" Xiaowan choked with sobs. She was about to cry, but when she turned to see the merchants pointing at them in groups of three or five, she unconsciously straightened her back. She did not want to cry to them.

The one who died was number two, and there was also a third master who stayed here. When the Xiaowan followed the Aunt Zhang upstairs, Master Feng was sitting at the table of the Eight Immortals on the stairs, and the Xiaowan could faintly hear him chanting, "It's good that you died."

Aunt Zhang also heard it, the two of them looked at each other without making a sound, and quickly went upstairs.

Second Master Feng's corpse had already been sent to the yamen. The coroner would examine the coroner to determine the cause of death. Only after the murderer was found would the corpse be returned to the yamen. But this did not seem to be important, what was important was that the priceless goods of the caravan were still in the cellar of the inn, so most people stayed here, not to wait for the result of the yamen, but to guard their goods.

Since they were here, they would have to wait on them to eat and drink. Naturally, they would receive the money to stay in the inn. After some jingling downstairs, the waiters of the caravan finally ate and went back to their rooms.

Xiaowan sat in front of the window while leaning on the windowsill. Her sister-in-law had told her to not go downstairs again, that she would clean up after dawn, but once the sun rose tomorrow, would Ling Chaofeng be able to come back?

It had only been a few days, a few good days had passed and he had already gone from Mrs. Sun to Second Master Feng.

"Hubby." Xiaowan could not help but choke.

If the heavens wanted to take Ling Chaofeng away from her, it would be better not to give it to her in the beginning. If he were to let her return to her previous life, it was not because he couldn't take the hardships, but it would be because he completely understood that there was no hope in her current life.

As the moonlight shone in, Xiaowan raised her eyes.

It was from this window that she first saw his husband. Although he was scared out of his wits at that time, when she thought back to it, she only remembered that he was majestic and that Ling Chaofeng had surpassed her imagination about his future husband.

One day, a relative of hers came over and said that she had been slapped in the face and that it would be hard for her to get married in the future if she were to be disgraced. Even if she sold herself to someone else, it would still be worth more than being ugly. Thus, if the stepmother continued to hit her, she would not hit her face. The more she grew, the more beautiful she became, and she became the most beautiful little beauty in Qingling Village.

Unfortunately, her life was too tough, and her stepmother was too shrewd. The people from the same village did not dare to take her.

Actually, it wasn't that it was hard for her to marry, nor was it that no one really wanted her. It was just that the stepmother wanted to use her face to earn more money.

Now that he had met Ling Chaofeng, even Xiaowan did not know if she was lucky, or his stepmother was lucky. Now that things had developed this way, if Ling Chaofeng were to go to jail, no matter how much suffering she had to endure, he would have to wait for his husband to come out.

Xiaowan shook her head fiercely, "That won't happen, Hubby did not kill him."

A gust of wind blew in from outside, and the sound of the sheets flapping could be heard. The day was so busy that they had forgotten to bring the sheets in.

Xiaowan hurriedly ran downstairs to the back door, but she was petite and couldn't hold many. She had to go back and forth a few times to collect them all.

What happened next left her dumbstruck.

She saw the sheet break free from the clip and fly up into the wind, flying straight through the window of her room. In the blink of an eye, the rope was empty and even the sheet she was carrying flew away.

All of the hair on Xiaowan's body stood up, he stiffened for a moment, then quickly ran back upstairs. The bed was covered entirely in sheets and pillows, and was neatly placed on a chair on the table. When Aunt Zhang heard the commotion, she went upstairs to look for her, seeing the situation, she quickly said: "Aiya, I forgot about this matter.

The Xiaowan looked at her blankly. The Aunt Zhang said, "There's a lot of noise while opening up the warehouse, so don't make them think that we're just opening the cellar and thinking about their things. I'll come take them in tomorrow morning.

"Aunt …" Xiaowan was speechless.

"Don't worry, your uncle, Ershan, and I will stay at the second floor tonight, so those people won't dare to come up." After the Aunt Zhang had finished speaking, she closed the door and left. She even warned the Xiaowan to lock the door, and only left after hearing the sound of the lock dropping.

Xiaowan stood in front of the door and looked timidly at the pile of sheets and pillow towels. Swallowing her saliva, she suddenly shuddered and ran over to the table to kneel.

She begged and bowed towards a pile of sheets. If anyone else had seen it, they would have thought that she was crazy, but Xiaowan knew what had happened.

After she finished bowing, she knelt on the ground and put her ten fingers together. Inadvertently, her gaze fell on the Jade Ring on her ring finger.

A ray of moonlight passed through the window and landed on her hand. The Jade Ring s gave off a lustrous luster under the moonlight as she touched her ring and muttered a few words. Then, she went from the side of the table to the bottom of the window, deeply kowtowing and praying towards the vast starry sky.

It was a peaceful night. The next day, Uncle Biao and the Aunt Zhang woke up early in the morning to prepare breakfast for the guests. Ershan went down to open the shop door, hurriedly ran back and said: "Aunt, let's go downstairs."

"Could it be that the shopkeeper is back?" Aunt Zhang frowned and quietly went up to the third floor. He poked at the new door with his finger and it actually opened.

The room was empty and the bed was neatly made. It was unknown if it had been made during the night before he had slept or if he had woken up early. As for the bride, she was gone.

"Evening?" She quickly ordered Ershan, "You go and chase him, you must be going to the yamen to look for the shopkeeper."

In the meantime, the genius had just risen, but Xiaowan had already left when the moon was high in the sky. By the time Ershan left the tavern, she had already reached Baisha Town.

All the shops and stalls along the street were preparing to open up. In the morning light, all the shop assistants were busy going in and out of the various shops. Xiaowan stepped forward boldly and asked: "Little brother, do you know where the county magistrate is?"

Those people looked at Xiaowan and asked where the yamen authorities were early in the morning, which naturally made them feel weird. They raised their hands and pointed: "Go north, it's the northernmost area."

She thanked him profusely and was about to look for him when she saw the shop opposite her. She took off the door and opened it. A beautiful young woman walked out from under the eaves.

When he glanced back, he met eyes with the Xiaowan on the side of the street. The Xiaowan recognized him, it was the Miss Yue who claimed to be the one who opened the rouge shop.