"Is there anything else, sir?"

Xiao Yan opened the drawer and took out two items.

It was the same mask that Shen Qiyin had accidentally dropped before, exactly the same one she was wearing.

"It has already been cleaned up," Xiao Yan said.

"...Thank you."

"And this too." He pushed another item in front of Shen Qiyin, the purse he had "snatched" from Shuixian that day: "I see the crabapple blossom on it is the same as the one on the mask, I wonder if it's yours?"

"yes!"

The appearance of this purse truly surprised Shen Qiyin.

She asked Xiao Yan, "May I ask, sir, where did you obtain this purse?"

"Xunxiang Pavilion".

"The courtesan there said it was given to her by Feng Heng."

As he spoke, Xiao Yan kept his eyes fixed on Shen Qiyin. He wasn't expecting to see any emotion in her eyes, but when he saw that she remained calm, a ripple appeared in his own eyes.

Feng Heng casually gave the love token she had given him to a courtesan, and she showed no anger whatsoever.

And the fact is—

Shen Qiyin looked down at the purse in her hand, her soft fingertips gently stroking it. She whispered, "Since you don't care about my things, you can't have them anymore."

As soon as she finished speaking, she threw it into the charcoal brazier.

"Hey!" Feng Liu exclaimed.

Xiao Yan's eyes flickered slightly.

Shen Qiyin calmly replied, "I am deeply grateful for your help in this matter, and I will never forget to repay you in the future."

Xiao Yan didn't say anything, but kept staring at the purse, his dark eyes reflecting a faint, flickering flame, unfathomable.

Back at Guangrentang, Shen Qiyin discovered that her long-absent junior brother had actually appeared!

As before, he wore a mask and sat in his seat fiddling with the pile of bottles and jars. Ah Huang nestled obediently at his feet, its tail dangling behind it and occasionally twitching.

He was about the same age as Shen Xiyin.

She was born with red lips and white teeth, her skin as white as jade, her eyebrows delicate and her eyes long and bright.

A touch of rouge between her brows, beautiful yet not gaudy, captivating and enchanting.

He said his name was Sanwa.

Upon seeing Shen Qiyin, he softly called out "Senior Sister" and then said nothing more.

His expression was indifferent, not warm, but his eyes were bright.

Chunsheng was busy in the kitchen when he saw Shen Qiyin return. He ran out with his face covered in flour and looked at Shen Qiyin expectantly: "Second Master, can you stay a little later today?"

"What's up?"

"Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. It's rare that the Third Master is here too. Let's celebrate together!"

"I……"

"If you can't be in two places at once, then forget it." Da Zhuang was also there, standing at the door with his hands covered in flour, and said, "But at least wait until the mooncakes are ready, have a couple before you leave."

"……good."

Chunsheng seemed somewhat disappointed, and followed Dazhuang back to the kitchen with his head hanging low.

Only she and Sanwa were busy at the front.

Seeing doctors and getting medicine, one after another, kept busy until dusk.

Dazhuang and Chunsheng's mooncakes are also ready.

Dazhuang also cooked a few dishes and warmed a pot of wine, but he only poured a cup for himself and Sanwa, leaving none for Chunsheng and Shen Qiyin.

Chunsheng complained, "What are you doing drinking alcohol, kid!"

"That third leader isn't a child, why won't he give him a drink?"

"Young ladies are especially forbidden from drinking!"

Shen Qiyin silently broke off a piece of mooncake and put it in her mouth; it tasted so bad that she didn't want to talk.

After finishing the two mooncakes, she wondered why Ren Dong hadn't returned yet when Da Zhuang magically produced four heavy bags from somewhere.

It was placed on the table with a clatter.

He distributed them one by one.

When he arrived at Chenxiyin's place, he gave her two bags, saying, "The other bag is for Honeysuckle."

She opened it and her gaze suddenly froze.

Chun Sheng gasped in shock, exclaiming, "Boss! You're Huo Dian!"

"Where did you get so many mortars?! Did you go on a royal tour?"

Chen Xiyin supported her forehead.

With that kind of slang, who else would the authorities arrest if not him!

Sure enough, as Chunsheng finished speaking, Dazhuang and Sanwa both turned their gazes to him simultaneously; the latter was puzzled, while the former was surprised and doubtful.

In the end, Shen Qiyin steered the conversation back on track, asking Dazhuang, "Senior brother, we've never interfered in each other's affairs."

"But why are you acting this way all of a sudden today?"

Dazhuang: "I'm going on a long trip."

"This money is my savings for getting married. I don't think I'll need it for a while, so I'm giving it to you."

Chunsheng immediately pressed, "When are you leaving?"

"We'll set off tomorrow."

"So urgent!" Chunsheng frowned. "When will you be back?"

Dazhuang didn't answer, but simply picked up his wine cup, tilted his head back, and drank the wine in one gulp.

He concluded by saying, "My return date is uncertain."

Chun Sheng loosened his grip, and the bag in his hand fell back onto the table with a "clatter," his eyes instantly reddening.

Shen Xiyin was not particularly surprised.

She knew this day would come sooner or later.

She couldn't help but feel a little regretful. If she had known better, she wouldn't have given Xiao Yan that bottle of wound medicine at Qiying Pavilion. Now, she didn't know if she could get another bottle in time.

When Ren Dong returned from her apprenticeship, she found that her young mistress was not waiting for her leisurely as before, but was still busy writing furiously.

She couldn't help but wonder to herself, "Are there so many patients today? Are they still prescribing medicine?"

Then look at the third leader, he's the same.

On this day, only a faint crimson glow remained on the horizon, and Shen Qiyin and Rendong had just returned to the Shen family.

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