Seeing that the boss had finished questioning her, and realizing that this waiter was clearly selling information for a reward, Han Shuang wasn't stingy and took out another coin and tossed it to him.

"Alright, you can go now. I'll call you if I need anything."

"Oh, I'll take my leave now," the waiter said, taking the silver and immediately leaving the room. He was indeed a generous customer.

Having received the reward money, and knowing that Mo Lan wanted to go out for a stroll, the waiter immediately and enthusiastically pointed out the way. Leaving the restaurant and heading west, one would find the riverbank along the river, where the river view under the lights was quite attractive.

When only the two of them were left in the room, Mo Lan couldn't help but look at Han Shuang, "You didn't know about the Yue family moving?"

"I don't know. I thought they couldn't bear to leave Liangjing City. It's right under the capital, a place where the wealthy gather and where you can make the most money." Han Shuang narrowed her eyes. "If Yue Dewen is afraid or guilty, I remain skeptical based on his nature."

"Didn't you go to take revenge? After all, you killed all the people involved back then. It's not surprising that they moved away to avoid following in your footsteps." Mo Lan took a sip of tea. You can hide your guilty conscience from the world, but you can't hide it from your own heart.

"Hmph, if I wanted to kill them, I could find them and chop them up even if they fled to the ends of the earth." She never showed any mercy to scum.

"Heh~, this is going to be interesting."

Mo Lan leaned back in her chair, unconsciously stroking the pointer in her hand. Because of Wang Wenjue, she had become enemies with the Wang family. She just didn't know what the Wang family's attitude was towards Wang Wenjue's death.

During the time they've been away, Tianjiao Peak has been well protected by Jiang Mian and has not been disturbed by any external forces.

Does the Wang family share the same attitude as the Song family, and not care at all about losing a son?

"Let's go for a stroll and have some food. It'll also be a good opportunity to experience the local customs and culture of Jiang County." Mo Lan stood up, looked at Han Shuang with an icy expression, and casually asked, "How many sons does Yue Dewen have?"

"Yue Linglong had two brothers who were born of the same mother, both of whom I killed. This Yue Qun is the son of Yue Dewen's concubine, and he's a good-for-nothing, so I didn't bother with him. As for whether any new children have been born in the past two years, I don't know."

Unexpectedly, his two older brothers died, and he became the only son, which made him quite arrogant.

Listening to Han Shuang's explanation, Mo Lan nodded and understood. Yue Dewen's sons born to his legal wife had all been killed, so Yue Dewen had no choice but to promote his illegitimate son. Even if he was useless, he was still the one to inherit the mantle.

The two walked out onto the street, and just as the waiter had said, the street was bustling with people, brightly lit, and the sounds of string and wind instruments could be heard from time to time.

Fengqiao Restaurant was located in a bustling downtown area, very close to the riverbank, and the sounds of string and bamboo instruments came from those painted boats.

The willow trees along both banks of the river are covered with colorful lanterns, and the banks are crowded with people. Many vendors are weaving through the crowd, selling trinkets.

Among the comings and goings of people, there were elegant scholars and young masters from wealthy families, traveling in groups to cruise the river at night.

In the shadowy corners, couples could be seen meeting at night, whispering sweet nothings to each other.

On the river, every so often there was a luxuriously decorated pleasure boat. On the deck stood groups of brightly dressed women, heavily made up, laughing and joking.

When they saw a handsome young man passing by, they would wave their folding fans and flick their flowing sleeves. Some of the bolder ones would even toss their handkerchiefs, smiling and beckoning customers.