Yuan Qi wasn't in a hurry at all. He was quite interested in asking the waiter what dishes were good and what places were fun to visit. He was completely in a tourist mood.

Qian Jin and his wife were anxious seeing this, but they couldn't say anything, since they needed their help.

Qian Jin, in particular, has been immersed in officialdom for many years, yet he can't calm down at all when it comes to his own affairs.

When the dishes were served, Yuan Qi tasted each one and highly recommended them to Qian Jin's wife.

Neither of them had any appetite, but they had no choice but to go along with Yuan Qi's antics.

While they were having lunch, Qian Jin's servants had already found boatmen, and the group boarded two boats and headed northeast of Yangzhou.

Yangzhou City was not small, but the river within the city was not wide, and the journey was not fast. When they reached the northeast direction, Yuan Qi asked the boatman to dock, and the group went ashore.

Qian Jin asked anxiously, "Young Taoist priest, can you now determine whose house my son is living in?"

Yuan Qi rolled his eyes at him and pouted, "I'm a Taoist priest, not a god. How could I find it so quickly? It's good enough that I found the general direction."

Qian Jin asked helplessly, "Young Taoist priest, is it possible to find it or not?"

Yuan Qi patiently reassured him, "Lord Qian, we're already here, what are you panicking for? You've been an official for many years, don't you understand that things are done step by step?"

Qian Jin blushed slightly: "Of course I know. It's just that I'm getting excited now that it's my turn. Please don't take offense, young Taoist priest. I won't urge you anymore."

After Yuan Qi went ashore, he looked around and exclaimed, "The scenery in Jiangnan is so beautiful! The air here is much more humid than in the capital, and my skin doesn't feel dry anymore."

Mrs. Qian was speechless for a moment. It wasn't her family's business, so they just weren't in a hurry.

Yuan Qi noticed a teahouse bustling with people and said, "This teahouse looks nice, let's go in and have some tea."

Qian Jin kept his word. He went into the teahouse and ordered the finest Biluochun tea. Sure enough, the teahouse stopped rushing him and even gave Yuan Qi a detailed explanation of the aroma of Biluochun.

Seeing that Qian Jin and his wife had completely calmed down, Yuan Qi beckoned to Liang Wu, the capable servant Qian Jin had brought, and said, "Go and find out which family in this area has an adopted son or foster son. Go with great fanfare, and especially ask who went to the capital five years ago and brought back a child."

Liang Wu glanced at Qian Jin, who waved his hand and said, "Do as the young Taoist priest instructed. Send two more people, the bigger the entourage, the better."

Liang Wu solemnly agreed. He had witnessed the little girl's abilities along the way, and he was completely convinced of Yuan Qi's abilities.

Qian Jin knew that their clothing was very different from that of the locals in Yangzhou, and their accents were also different. They were obviously from out of town. When outsiders inquired about someone in the local area, the locals would usually instinctively protect the information of the person being inquired about.

Perhaps someone will tip them off, and then the person they're looking for might just come to them.

Although the young Taoist priest was young, he was quite shrewd, and Qian Jin greatly admired Yuan Qi.

But Madam Qian didn't think so much about it. All she knew was that the young Taoist priest had finally started to do something and was finally helping her find her son.

Liang Wu was of ordinary appearance, dressed in a black short-sleeved outfit with a sword hanging at his side. He sent two men to the street to inquire with merchants. He himself stayed in the teahouse to inquire with the waiter, and even paid him some money.

The waiter at the teahouse could tell that Liang Wu was from out of town, so he replied very politely, "I do have adopted sons or godchildren, but I don't know anyone who went to the capital five years ago. You'd better ask someone else, sir."

Liang Wu thanked him politely, then stepped out to inquire about the place on the street.

He kept an eye on the waiter from earlier, and sure enough, the waiter was standing at the door secretly watching him.

Not long after, the waiter took off his apron, handed the towel draped over his shoulder to another waiter, and headed west.

Liang Wu continued to inquire with the vendors as if nothing had happened, but some of the vendors on the street didn't know, and others didn't want to get involved.

However, there were also some enthusiastic people. A young butcher told Liang Wu, "There really is such a person. There is a salt merchant named Dai Zhan'an who has a twelve-year-old adopted son who serves as a page for his biological son. He happened to have been to the capital five years ago, and that adopted son was brought back from the capital."

Liang Wu perked up and continued to inquire with a smile: "What is Dai Zhan'an's family background like? Is he good to his adopted son?"

The young vendor chuckled and chatted with Liang Wu with great interest: "That Dai Zhan'an, he's incredibly wealthy, his family is very well-off. The adopted son he brought back from the capital is quite good at studying, so he treats him fairly well. He thought he could let him study with his biological son, in case his biological son ever succeeds in his studies and becomes an official, changing the family's fortunes. But his son is a good-for-nothing, not cut out for studying at all. All his education has gone to waste. He sneaks out whenever he has free time, we all know him around here."

At that moment, a woman came to buy meat, and the young vendor greeted her.

Liang Wu quietly placed a piece of silver on the meat counter, turned and left, heading in the direction the young vendor pointed to inquire about the Dai family.

In the teahouse, Yuan Qi unceremoniously picked up a piece of dried peach and put it in his mouth, inviting Qian Jin and his wife to try it as well: "Since you're here, try it all. This dried peach tastes good, and there are also dried apricots. See them? They're all covered in frost."

She unceremoniously stuffed a piece of dried apricot into Madam Qian's hand and introduced it, saying, "These dried apricots from Yangzhou have a thousand-year history of production, and the craftsmanship is very mature. It would be a shame not to try them."

Qian Jin also urged his wife, "Have something to eat. Liang Wu has sent people to inquire, and I believe we'll have results soon. We can't go wrong if we do as the young Taoist priest says."

Mrs. Qian sighed and put the dried apricot in her hand into her mouth, tasting a little sweetness. Although her eyesight was not very good, she kept looking towards the stairwell.

Yuan Qi then placed the peeled chestnuts into her hand: "Eat more, because someone will be coming to find us soon, and we won't have time to eat then."

Mrs. Qian perked up immediately upon hearing this: "Is it because my son is coming?"

Yuan Qi shook his head: "It won't be that fast, they're just looking for trouble."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a middle-aged man went upstairs, accompanied by a waiter from the teahouse.

The waiter pointed at Qian Jin: "Master, these are the people asking about you."

Two guards followed behind Dai Zhan'an, one of whom generously gave the waiter a large silver ingot.

The waiter put it in his mouth and bit it, then burst into laughter.

Dai Zhan'an went straight to the table next to Qian Jin, sat down unhurriedly, and asked the waiter for a pot of Longjing tea.

Having been immersed in officialdom for many years, Qian Jin had seen countless people and could tell at a glance that this man was not someone easy to talk to. Although he was the Marquis of Shouchang, this was not the capital, and his status was not very useful.

The other person clearly didn't intend to talk to him, but rather wanted to observe him.

Yuan Qi stood up and walked to Dai Zhan'an's side: "Esteemed benefactor, would you like your fortune told? One hundred taels of silver per reading."