The convoy stopped in front of a large inn, and two waiters and a man dressed as a shopkeeper came up to greet them:

"Meet the madam."

"Madam, Miss, please come in."

【Yuelaiju. 】

[This name is good, it has a Chinese feel, I like it.]

The inn is huge, comparable to the inns in the royal capital.

"Um."

Yi nodded and took Jun Shutong upstairs.

"Mom, this inn is so big!"

"Tongtong likes it?" Yi asked.

"Yeah, I like it."

"If Tongtong likes it, you can stay for a few more days next time when you have time. Let the shopkeeper decorate it according to your preference."

"ah!"

"Can the inn be decorated according to the guests' preferences?"

Jun Shutong was a little confused.

Xia Xue couldn't help teasing her: "Miss, it's not just the style, it's also the layout of the inn, the shopkeeper and the waiter have changed."

Having said that, how could she not understand that this was the Jun family's property? Wouldn't that mean they could get everything in exchange? No wonder she felt the shadow of the royal capital.

In such a prosperous city, the Jun family must have a place.

After washing up and changing into clean clothes, the mother and daughter had their meal in the room.

Rest for one night at "Yue Lai Ju" and then continue your journey as usual the next day. You can have fun at any time, but you must not miss your important business.

Winter comes early in Tianxing Continent, and the convoy has to rush back before the snow falls.

After breakfast and everything was arranged, Xia Xue took Jun Shutong's hand and prepared to get on the carriage.

"stop."

"Come back here."

A boy about ten years old ran towards the carriage, looking behind him as he ran.

"Miss, be careful."

Seeing the boy rushing towards Jun Shutong, Xia Xue pulled her over and protected her behind her. The next moment, the running boy rushed past where they had just stood.

"Stop right there, you little bastard. If you run again, I'll beat your mother to death when I get home and throw her into a mass grave to feed the wild animals."

After he finished speaking, the boy stopped abruptly and looked back at the middle-aged man chasing him, his eyes full of hatred.

The man reeked of alcohol, dragged a black fire stick, and limped towards the boy.

The boy slowly squatted down, protected his head with his hands, and then buried his head between his knees. It seemed as if he had done this skillfully countless times. The morning breeze blew his tattered clothes, making them rustle.

"You were running, why didn't you run?"

"I told you to run, I told you to run. You're just as cheap as your mother."

"It was your good fortune to be sold to Yayuan. You were there to enjoy a good life. You ungrateful thing, I'll beat you to death today, you disobedient and unfilial beast."

The man beat her and cursed her at the same time, saying all the nasty things he could.

The onlookers couldn't stand it anymore and started to criticize.