Lin Daowei told Lin Yajun about the events surrounding the trial of Qiaoqing and the Xiao family.

After being brutally beaten, both families confessed.

Xiao San confessed honestly, "Qiaoqing asked me to find someone to kill her young lady's husband and also kill her young lady."

Lin Yajun smiled slightly and replied, "Thank you, Third Uncle." Then she said, "I only want the shop. As for Qiaoqing and the Xiao family's belongings, they all belong to Third Uncle."

Upon hearing this, Lin Daowei exclaimed in surprise, "Ah, how could I dare to accept it!"

Lin Daowei originally thought that Lin Yajun would accept all the valuables without hesitation, but he did not expect her to be so generous.

You should know that the Xiao family's assets are not a small amount!

Lin Yajun explained, "Third Uncle, I should be grateful for your coming to tell me these things in the middle of the night. All those things are yours."

Lin Daowei was deeply moved and quickly thanked her, saying, "Thank you so much, niece!" He was exactly short of money, and now his niece's generous gift had made him rich.

The Xiao family not only owned shops and courtyards, but also possessed a considerable amount of wealth, estimated to be no less than 50,000 taels.

"Third Uncle has left. If there's anything you need to inform him of, just have Xiao Hao come and let him know," Lin Daowei said sincerely.

"Alright, Uncle, take care." Lin Yajun smiled and nodded in response, secretly thinking that it would be a wonderful thing to be able to recruit the head constable of the government office to her own use.

After all, given her current status and position, it would be unwise for her to be too flamboyant in public, as it might bring unnecessary trouble to the Lin family and Zhao Canchen.

After Lin Daowei left, Lin Yajun turned around and her gaze fell on Zhao Canchen, who was sitting quietly in front of the bed.

Seeing his serious expression, as if he was still immersed in the conversation, Lin Yajun couldn't help but smile slightly and said softly, "Sorry, did I wake you up!"

Zhao Canchen gazed at Lin Yajun with deep affection and replied softly, "It's alright. I woke up as soon as you got up. I was afraid someone would try to assassinate me, so I got up."

After a brief pause, he continued, "I heard everything you and your third uncle said just now. It's truly shocking. The Emperor actually killed the Empress with his own hands..." He frowned deeply, very worried about what was to come.

Who doesn't know that Duke Enguo is always domineering and arrogant? He even dared to use his own grandson to replace the royal bloodline! This is a heinous crime!

After learning the truth, the Emperor mercilessly executed the Empress and the only legitimate grandson of the Duke's family, which undoubtedly dealt a heavy blow to the Duke of Enguo.

Faced with such a huge blow, how could Duke Enguo possibly let it go? He would never admit defeat easily and would definitely retaliate even more fiercely to avenge this humiliation.

She sat gently beside him and said softly, "They're not good people. They've bullied you for so many years. Let them fight like dogs."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Canchen couldn't help but chuckle. Looking at the understanding woman before him, a warm feeling welled up in his heart.

"The person who loves me the most in this world is Ah Jun," Zhao Canchen said with emotion, as he reached out and hugged Lin Yajun tightly.

Lin Yajun smiled slightly, feeling his warmth. The two of them rolled onto the bed together, snuggled close together, and began to speak softly.

At this very moment, the capital city was in turmoil, but this small courtyard was filled with endless spring and warmth.

The next morning, the sky was shrouded in a thin layer of dark clouds, making it appear somewhat gloomy.

Lin Yajun and Zhao Canchen went out together to check out the small courtyard that Zongzheng Temple had sent over, and then decide whether to rent it out or keep it for occasional stays.

Lin Yajun wore a bright red, wide-sleeved, double-silk robe, her flowing garments resembling a blooming peony.

Her lower body was clad in a pink brocade skirt, the hem swaying gently with her steps, like the clouds in the sky. Her hair was styled in a round bun, adorned with two gold hairpins that shimmered faintly.

Zhao Canchen wore a blue brocade robe, his posture upright and his bearing imposing. He walked side by side with Lin Yajun, the distance between them just right, neither too distant nor too intimate.

Along the way, they talked in hushed tones, their voices as gentle and melodious as a breeze caressing the strings of a musical instrument.

“Ah Jun, that courtyard is only two alleys away from here, just on the street corner near the West Market,” Zhao Canchen said softly, his voice deep and magnetic.

"It's not far at all, and it's quite close to Yin Cancan's shop," Lin Yajun replied with a smile. As she spoke, she looked up at Zhao Canchen, a hint of tenderness in her eyes.

“My mother has let Li Ma’s family manage the Silver Cancan shop for now,” Lin Yajun continued. “They are very meticulous in their work, so I trust them.”

Zhao Canchen looked down at Lin Yajun, a faint smile on his lips, and said softly, "Okay, we don't rely on that shop." His words were full of affection.

People coming and going on the street couldn't help but stare at this outstanding couple.

"They got married, and they weren't cursed to death," a woman with a pointed mouth and monkey-like face whispered.

A man shoved her and shouted, "Don't talk nonsense!"

Some people bowed respectfully to Zhao Canjun and watched the young couple leave.

Zhao Canchen and Lin Yajun chatted and laughed as if no one else was around, and after walking through two alleys, they arrived at the courtyard.

The courtyard looked simple from the outside, with withered vines climbing all over the stone wall, which was about a person's height. Lin Yajun walked up gently, reached out and lightly touched the vines, then turned to Zhao Canchen and smiled, "Look at this, it's been a long time since anyone has taken care of it."

“It’s been abandoned for a long time.” Zhao Canchen stepped forward, took out a brass key from his pocket, and unlocked the slightly rusty lock on the door.

He pushed open the courtyard gate, and with a creak, the door opened, releasing a musty smell.

Zhao Canchen took Lin Yajun's hand and carefully walked inside, closing the door behind him.

They stood at the doorway, looking around. The courtyard was overgrown with weeds, and the stone table and benches were covered in dust.

There was a dry well in the corner, with the wellhead covered by a piece of wood.

Lin Yajun walked around the courtyard, her gaze settling on the main house. The doors and windows of the main house were tightly closed, and the red paint on the window frames had peeled off.

She walked up the steps, gently pushed open the door, and the room was filled with a musty smell.

There was a table and several chairs inside the hall.

The room was simply furnished with a wooden bed.

Zhao Canchen followed behind her and said, "With a little tidying up, this house can still be lived in."

Lin Yajun nodded, "If we're keeping it for our own residence, then we should definitely renovate it properly."

Just then, she noticed something glowing under the bed in the room.

She walked over, squatted down, and picked up a small brocade box from under the bed.

Upon opening the brocade box, one finds a key covered in patina.

"This is probably useless," Zhao Canchen said, pointing to the bronze key.

Lin Yajun put the key into her purse, a slight smile playing on her lips, and said to Zhao Canchen in a half-joking tone, "Maybe this key can open the treasure vault!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Canchen was taken aback at first, then smiled. He gently shook his head and replied dismissively, "How could that be?"