"Mrs. Wu is such a heartless person. She's willing to abandon her own daughter. The little girl is so pitiful." The burly man with the thick beard glared angrily.

"What's so pitiful about her? She's turned misfortune into blessing. This girl is lucky; the one who took the knife for her father was that deputy general, who comes from a very wealthy family in the capital. They not only adopted her as their daughter..."

The rough-looking man in the blue linen clothes slowly recounted the absurdities of the family, from the steamed bun to the cold boiled water, making the others nod and sway as they listened.

"But this girl is no good. She framed the mistress of the house for murder, and the poor mistress was even sent to a temple."

"Hmm, what you're saying sounds a lot like what happened at the Marquis of Anbo's mansion."

"It seems so. That Shen Yu is the adopted daughter! Miss Shen was indeed sent to Huguo Temple before."

"Shut up, all of you! This is utter nonsense! How dare you slander a young lady from a noble family! I'm reporting you to the authorities and having you all arrested!"

Shen Qingye suddenly stood up, his eyes bloodshot, like a wild dog that was biting wildly in a frenzy.

The rough-looking man in the blue linen clothes wasn't afraid of weaklings. He sneered, "This is common knowledge in the village. If you don't believe me, go and check it out yourself. I was just chatting with a few brothers. Why are you so angry? Are you sick in the head?"

After saying that, the group went to unload the goods, leaving Shen Qingye standing there like a fool, as if struck by lightning.

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it, Yu'er couldn't be that kind of person..." he muttered to himself.

After a long while, Shen Qingye finally came to his senses and found the secret guards his elder brother had sent to supervise him.

"I command you to take me back immediately!"