"Old man, be smart and hand over your money pouch and everything will be fine. Don't force us to take action. Hurry up and hand it over, you old geezer," a young man in a blue robe said viciously.

His cronies, who were following him, also shouted, "Hurry up and hand over the money, or you'll be sorry."

The old man huddled behind the stall, clutching the money bag tightly to his chest, and said tremblingly, "No, this money bag doesn't belong to you."

He wanted to return the money bag to his benefactor, since it was given to him by his benefactor.

"You old fool, you say this purse isn't ours, but is it yours? Why don't you take a good look at yourself? Do you even know how to afford a purse made of such rare materials? Give the purse back to our young master right now."

"No, no, this isn't yours. It was given to me by a benefactor." The old man took a step back in fear, but he didn't give in.

"Oh ho, you're still clinging to me. I said it's mine, so it's mine. Give it to me now, and let's talk this out. If you're still this stubborn, I'll just have to find someone to take good care of you."

No sooner had the young master finished speaking than a servant walked up to the stall owner with a stick.

The stall owner still clung to the money bag, refusing to let go.

Yun Qingluo recognized the money bag at a glance, raised an eyebrow and looked at the person next to her, "When did Achen become so kind-hearted?"

She said that his expression was strange earlier, and it turned out that he had even given away his money bag and was penniless.

As Yun Qingluo spoke, she took out a few coins from her pocket—actually from the system—and gave them to the shopkeeper standing next to her.

Xiao Yi sighed, "You have it tough too, having to earn money to support your little darling husband."

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The shopkeeper happily accepted the money, glanced at the scene opposite him, and sighed.

"Alas, how can we expect to get away with offending this young master? Alas," the shopkeeper sighed regretfully.

Yun Qingluo turned around and asked curiously, "Does the shopkeeper know this stall owner? And who is that young master? He's so powerful, daring to rob people in the street?"

The shopkeeper glanced cautiously across the street, and seeing that no one was paying attention, he whispered, "That stall owner's surname is Cheng. His wife passed away a few years ago, and last year, during the war on the border, his son was killed in battle. He only has a little grandson left behind. The grandfather and grandson depend on each other for survival. It's pitiful."

Yun Qingluo felt a little heavy-hearted after hearing this; war has never been a joyful thing.

"Then what about his son's wife? How come there's only grandfather and grandson?" Yun Qingluo asked, puzzled.

Upon hearing this, the shopkeeper's face turned cold. He looked at the young master's retreating figure and spat.

"Old Cheng's son was a young general, and his wife was incredibly beautiful. Before the general died in battle, the young master had some reservations, but once he learned of the general's death, he beat drums and gongs and forcibly took the wife away. The young woman was a virtuous and chaste woman; she committed suicide by running into a wall on the spot. The matter caused quite a stir at the time, and even the county magistrate came, but in the end, nothing came of it. They're all in cahoots, sigh." The shopkeeper's tone was filled with resentment.

Yun Qingluo's expression turned cold. She glanced at Mo Beichen and saw that his expression had become even colder, and the pressure around him had dropped several degrees.

The shopkeeper crossed his arms, wondering why he had suddenly felt cold.

Yun Qingluo took a breath, grabbed Mo Beichen's hand, signaling him to calm down, and then asked the shopkeeper, "Who exactly is that young master? Even the county magistrate can't do anything about him?"

The shopkeeper spoke somewhat vaguely, "I heard he's the eldest cousin of the newly appointed top scholar. When the top scholar returned to his hometown, he stayed at his house for one night. That's why this guy has become so arrogant. The top scholar is going to marry a princess and become her consort. Who would dare to offend him?"

New top scorer?

Yun Qingluo and Mo Beichen exchanged a glance. This was something that happened eight hundred years ago. The information here was so outdated. They still treated the newly appointed top scholar as if he were nothing special.

Yun Qingluo originally thought she would hear some exciting inside information, but it turned out to be just a fool who took a trivial matter as an imperial edict.

Mo Beichen's expression grew colder and colder, and the air pressure around him dropped even lower. Even Yun Qingluo shivered. The shopkeeper glanced at Mo Beichen in surprise, said a few words cautiously, and then hurriedly ran into the shop.

Mo Beichen told Yun Qingluo to wait for him where she was, but Yun Qingluo said she also wanted to go over.

Mo Beichen frowned. "The filth is not worth mentioning. Luo Luo, be good and wait for me here. I'll take care of it and come pick you up."

Seeing his earnest gaze, Yun Qingluo smiled and said, "Okay, I'll wait for you here."

Mo Beichen felt slightly relieved upon hearing this, released Yun Qingluo, and walked towards the stall opposite.

"I gave him the money bag. If you have any objections, you can come to me." Mo Beichen stood next to the stall owner, looking at the group of spoiled young men.

When the group saw Mo Beichen appear, they looked him over and, seeing his extraordinary bearing, hesitated to speak for a moment.

The stall owner approached Mo Beichen excitedly and exclaimed, "My benefactor, I'm so glad to see you! This money is too much, please take it back."

Mo Beichen glanced at the stall owner, shook his head slightly, and said nothing.

The man called "Young Master" couldn't stay still any longer; he was waiting to get the money back so he could go to Xinghua Tower to redeem Xiao Cui from her servitude.

"Who are you? Just because you say that money bag is yours doesn't mean it is! It belongs to me!" the young master shouted.

His entourage and cronies echoed his sentiments.

Mo Beichen's gaze swept over the group, releasing his aura of superiority. His presence was overwhelming, and coupled with his own years of experience on the battlefield, he unleashed his inherent killing intent.

The group immediately felt as if they were being watched by a ferocious beast, and were so frightened that they could not move their feet.

Mo Beichen glanced at Yun Qingluo, noticing her curiously looking at the lanterns beside her, then looked away and said coldly, "I said it's my purse, any objections?"

No one dared to speak at this moment, but someone still bravely stepped forward, "I have a problem with this! This, this is my young master's."

No sooner had he finished speaking than he was struck to the ground by Mo Beichen's palm strike imbued with internal force, screaming in agony.

Everyone was immediately terrified; this guy was a master!

"Fine, it's yours, it's yours, you just wait." After saying that, the young master ran off without stopping.

Mo Beichen turned around, looked at the money bag the stall owner was holding in both hands, took it from him, and said coldly, "You did give too much."

He then took out a small amount from his purse, threw it on the stall, and said impatiently, "If you can't even keep this little bit of money, you can only do small business. Here, take this. You can bear the smaller amount yourself, and consider the larger amount as compensation for what happened earlier."

After saying that, he walked towards Yun Qingluo without even glancing at the stall owner. The stall owner behind him didn't care about being scolded by Mo Beichen and kept smiling and telling Mo Beichen to take care.

Mo Beichen slightly curled the corners of his lips upon hearing the stall owner's words behind him.

He walked up to Yun Qingluo, then withdrew his imposing aura, acting as if nothing had happened.

At this moment, Yun Qingluo was looking at the lanterns on both sides.

"The lanterns here are quite beautiful, and they have a certain charm," Yun Qingluo exclaimed.

Xiao Yi exclaimed, "The craftsmanship of the ancients was truly remarkable. The lanterns of all shapes and sizes are far more spirited than those produced on modern assembly lines."