After exchanging a few words with Qiao Zhiyi, Anle left the room, but did not mention anything about embroidering the red spider lilies.

At this juncture, she simply cannot bring herself to ask her cousin Zhiyi for help. She's already sick; how can she possibly help her?

Besides, my cousin Zhiyi herself has her own troubles to deal with, so how could she possibly bring up this kind of thing at this time?

Anle sighed and patted his cheeks.

I'm in a bit of a dilemma.

What should we do about embroidering the red spider lilies?

Moreover, Yu Rong and He Yusheng are still waiting for her at the inn. Since they are in Baicheng, it is inconvenient for Yu Rong to come out, so he can only stay at the inn for the time being.

Bai Cheng was too close to the capital. She didn't want him to attract attention. Now that she had such an assistant by her side, how could she let him risk being discovered and wander around?

It's better to be careful.

However, it seems that the matter concerning my cousin Zhiyi is still not clear.

My cousin Zhiyi is still struggling with this.

Before it got dark, An Mancang and Qiao Qiusheng left the Duan family.

From beginning to end, Anle never saw the legendary 'sweetheart,' and the Duan family members, needless to say, never showed their faces in public.

They only encountered a servant who was unfriendly to them.

Although her uncle said that the Duan family had invited a doctor to treat her cousin Zhiyi, the fact that they arranged for her to stay in such a desolate courtyard clearly showed that they were not treated well.

How can you possibly care about someone you don't like?

So she should still take care of things; after all, she's the embroiderer she's chosen.

Of course, we need to take good care of the person and help them recover as soon as possible so that we can ask for help.

With her own plans in mind, Anle went back to the inn and then took He Yusheng out.

The night market in Baicheng is quite lively. Anle plans to stroll around here, buy some tonics, and take them to her cousin Zhiyi so that she can take good care of her health.

He Yusheng was naturally dragged out to be a laborer for free.

He Yusheng struggled to carry a pile of paper bags, his shoulders and back aching, his expression even contorted.

"Lele, we've bought enough of this stuff, haven't we? How many stomachs does your cousin have to eat all this?"

Anle turned around and glanced at He Yusheng expressionlessly, then sneered.

"Tch, trash!" If it were that kid Yu Rong, he could easily get ten more of these things.

"Hey, hey, I'm a good-for-nothing, why don't you say that kid is a monster?" He can't carry anything, so naturally he can't compare to those trained fighters. Who knows where he learned that brute strength from?

When people spend a lot of time together, seeing each other all the time, even though they are all doing their own things, they gradually get to know each other better.

He could tell why Lele liked taking that kid out so much; the kid really did have some talent.

Not only are they quick and agile, but they also seem to have some fighting skills.

There's really no problem protecting Lele.

From initial envy, jealousy, and resentment, and occasional sour grapes, to now naturally taking it for granted that being by Lele's side is a matter of course.

Lele often travels far away, and she always needs to be accompanied by some kind of bodyguards or thugs. Otherwise, if Lele goes out alone, no one in the family can feel at ease.

Therefore, Anle often travels far away, which is why her family can rest assured watching her travel around.

Because Yu Rong was by his side.

"This White City looks much bigger and more lively than our Golden City. It truly lives up to its reputation as a city near the capital," Anle exclaimed, hanging the bird's nest she had bought on He Yusheng's arm.

He Yusheng's face was contorted in pain.

"Of course, that's enough, really, don't buy anymore, I can't carry any more if you buy too many." Just as he said this, a strong force suddenly rammed into him from behind, and He Yusheng fell to the ground, scattering the things in his hands all over the ground.

An Le's smile gradually froze. She looked at He Yusheng lying on the ground, then glanced at the person who had deliberately bumped into her, her expression turning cold and sullen.

"Are you sick?" She could clearly see that this person had deliberately bumped into her.

"Are you sick? This road isn't yours. If you're blocking the main road, who else would I hit if not you?" The person who hit He Yusheng had a thuggish look on his face and sneered as he glanced at He Yusheng and An Le.

"I'm telling you, you dog from Jincheng, don't bother coming to my Baicheng. You're just dirtying my place and bringing bad luck!" After saying that, the man swaggered away, waving his folding fan.

The servant following behind him swaggered over and spat at An Le and He Yusheng, his face contorted with the look of someone who had seen filth. He rolled his eyes and walked away.

Anle frowned as she helped He Yusheng up.

She seemed to understand that this bastard had only come up to her because he heard her say "our Jincheng," and that they deserved this treatment because they were from Jincheng.

Oh!

She's from Jincheng, it seems like nowhere can accept her.

Watching the person leave with a cold eye, Anle had no intention of causing trouble and swallowed her anger.

Are you alright?

He Yusheng shook his head, rubbed his arm, and bent down to pick up the things on the ground.

A few people had already gathered around to watch the spectacle, their disdain clearly visible in their eyes.

"So you came from that unlucky place, Jincheng?"

"People from Jincheng actually managed to get here? How did they get all that way? Isn't that area now a refugee camp?"

"I got it by begging on the streets."

"They don't look like they came from begging on the streets. Look at their clothes and the food they bought. They're rich!"

"Come on, all the rich people have already left Jincheng and followed the Luo family. Who's still staying in Jincheng?"

The people around them were all talking at once, making no attempt to hide anything from Anle and He Yusheng.

Anle pursed her lips and picked up the things on the ground, a hint of coldness in her eyes.

Even in Baicheng, the news is so widely known that wealthy people have run off with the Luo family.

Has Jincheng become a refugee slum?

Just wait and see, she'll turn Jincheng into a paradise on earth, a golden city that even the rich can't squeeze into.

When people mention Jincheng again, they will only look up to it with awe and reverence.

"Lele, let's go." He Yusheng glanced at Anle, knowing that she was in a bad mood because of what had just happened and the words of the people around her.

He also felt a sense of inexplicable frustration.

Just walking down the street, I'm being treated like this because I'm from Jincheng. People from Jincheng have become like dogs that everyone hates.

Jincheng suffered this undeserved disaster, which was not what they wanted. It was a natural disaster, so why should they be blamed for bad luck?

These people have no conscience. They don't ask for sympathy or pity, but at least they shouldn't be viewed with such prejudice and bias.