A rare and unusual scene unfolded on the street.

Zhou Bin sprinted ahead, with Xia Minmin hot on his heels.

Qiu Dayu had already caught up with the two. He wanted to persuade Xia Minmin to stop, but Xia Minmin wouldn't listen. Today, she was determined to get justice for herself...

On Baiyang Street, Qiu Yan already had quite a few things in her hands.

She glanced behind her without thinking, then continued walking.

Throughout the journey, she kept recalling her encounters with Song Jiao and Qin Feng, imagining their identities and purposes.

Qiu Yan couldn't discern Song Jiao's motives, but when it came to Qin Feng, Qiu Yan suddenly thought of him.

At the wonton shop, on the night she detained Hu Ying, a masked man tried to kidnap her.

Was that masked man a subordinate of the Fourth Prince, or was he himself?

Qiu Yan was certain of one thing: there weren't many Northern Qi people hiding in Baiyang City.

Otherwise, Bai Yang would certainly be in crisis.

"Qiu Yan".

It was Madam Ding who saw Qiu Yan and walked towards her from a distance.

Qiu Yan turned around and smiled at Madam Ding.

"Mrs. Ding."

"Qiu Yan, I just heard from the servants that Lord Tang's concubine died, and that you saved his child. Is that true?"

Madam Ding had no interest in gossip; all she felt was inquiry and pity.

Children without mothers are the most pitiful.

Qiu Yan nodded. "Mm."

"You are truly a living Bodhisattva." Madam Ding had never seen any woman with medical skills like Qiu Yan's.

"It's nothing, I'm just an ordinary person." Qiu Yan, having lived two lives, has more experience than others.

"You're just being modest," Madam Ding said, ceasing her idle chatter about the county magistrate.

"My brother wants to sell his wonton shop on Flower Food Street. Do you want it?"

That shop was originally bought by her brother for his concubine, Aunt Feng.

But now that Aunt Feng has fallen out of favor, the shop has been idle for many days.

That street was full of food stalls, while the Zhang family ran a cloth shop business.

Her brother thought it was an eyesore, so he didn't want it.

Qiu Yan shook her head, "As you know, I just opened the Forget-Worry Hall."

"Okay, if you don't want it, my brother will sell it to someone else."

Seeing that Qiu Yan was not in the mood, Madam Ding stopped talking. After chatting for a few minutes, she went back to see her daughter.

"Qiu Yan." She had only taken a few steps when she heard someone call her name from behind.

This time, his voice was hoarse and weathered.

Qiu Yan turned around and saw Zhao Juan standing in front of her, looking pitiful.

What are you doing here?

“I…” Zhao Juan lowered her head and clenched her fingers, “I came out to find work.”

Ever since she was divorced by her husband's family, some women in the village have been pointing and gossiping about her whenever they see her.

In addition, Zhao Qiufeng's wife couldn't tolerate her either, and Zhao Juan couldn't stand the insults and ran away.

"I heard you helped Yuanyuan find work as an embroiderer, could you help me out too?"

Qiu Yan had told her that day that everyone has a reason for being alive.

These words encouraged her.

Originally, she was too embarrassed to ask Qiu Yan for help, but she had been out for more than half a month and still hadn't found a suitable match.

And coincidentally, the two met on the street.

Upon hearing the word "embroiderer," Qiu Yan, thinking of making the best use of everyone's talents, asked Zhao Juan:

Do you know embroidery?

She knew that Jiang Liu was currently recruiting embroiderers and tailors.

Influenced by her, Jiang Liu became more active and was always thinking about expanding her business.