The food box had four layers and was engraved with intricately carved golden dragon patterns on the outside, but as it landed, the wooden compartments inside scattered all over the ground.

Just as Qing'er was about to bend down to tidy up the food box, Jin Changge grabbed her arm.

Her expression was grave. "Qing'er, do you know what that means?"

Seeing her so serious expression, Qing'er turned pale with fright and hurriedly said:

"I don't know. The officer told me not to listen and to forget what he said, but... the more he said it, the harder it was for me to forget. I knew it couldn't be good news."

"Oh, it's my fault. I shouldn't have gone out to see Song Ma today."

Seeing Qing'er's pale face, Jin Changge patted her shoulder and said, "It's alright, I was just asking."

"You probably won't understand the second half of the sentence, but I think you definitely understand a little bit of the first half. I taught you to read and write."

Qing'er knew she couldn't hide it, so she lowered her head and quietly hummed in agreement.

Jin Changge smiled and said, "Alright, silly girl, it's okay, don't be afraid."

"However, you really can't tell anyone else. No wonder those soldiers wanted to arrest that Taoist priest."

"You'd better be careful next time you go out, don't get caught in something."

Qing'er nodded hurriedly, then bent down to tidy up the food box.

Jin Changge lost her appetite and sat down in her chair, resting her chin on her hand and lost in thought.

"This food box is so precious, costing a lot of money. How could it fall apart with just a light drop? Sigh."

Qing'er frowned and stuffed the scattered wooden compartments into the food box.

Hearing this, Jin Changge glanced down and, seeing her flustered state, said:

"Alright, if it's broken, it's broken. Don't force it in; it won't work in the future anyway."

"I knew it! It turns out the wood inside was rotten!" Qing'er found the reason, and her furrowed brows relaxed.

Jin Changge lowered his head and frowned as he said:

"Qing'er, let me ask you, the area where Song Ma lives is inhabited by poor people. Every time you go there, do you hear them discussing Qin Ze's rebellion?"

Qing'er stood up, holding the food box, and looked at Jin Changge, saying, "Miss, I don't know about that."

“Every time I leave the mansion, I go directly to Song Ma’s house. I don’t go to places like teahouses or cosmetic shops.”

"However, sometimes when I walk through the alleys, there are indeed some people chatting, but when I pass by them, they don't talk much."

Jin Changge looked puzzled. "Why?"

Qing'er pouted and said, "What can idlers talk about? I'm wearing the clothes of the Prince's Mansion, which is different from them, so naturally they wouldn't dare to say anything."

Seeing Qing'er's smug look, Jin Changge teased, "Look at you, so capable. A little maid has such a big attitude."

Qing'er chuckled, "Well, I'm a maid in the Prince Qing's mansion, so of course it's different."

“Miss, you haven’t been there. If you had, they wouldn’t have dared to even lift their heads, and probably wouldn’t have dared to say a word.”

"By the way, Miss, you should eat quickly, it's getting cold."

Jin Changge shook her head. "I'm not eating it. Take it away. Keep the dried sweet potatoes; that'll be enough for me tonight."

Qing'er could only nod, "Alright, Miss."

After cleaning up the food, Qing'er carried the food box outside. Just as she reached the door, she heard Jin Changge say:

"Qing'er, find me a commoner's outfit and send it over tomorrow."

Qing'er turned around, her face showing confusion. "Miss? Are you going to dress up as a man again?"

"Don't we still have clothes?"

Jin Changge shook his head: "No, those clothes are still too expensive. Find something very ordinary, similar to what Song Ma and the others wear."

“But…Miss, Master forbids you from leaving the manor.” Qing’er frowned.

"I have my own way," Jin Changge said casually.

"Yes, Miss."

Qing'er's eyebrows relaxed, and holding the food box, she stepped out of the room.