He Lanhuai and He Lancai grew up in a subservient environment, and they were masters of reading people. They understood He Maokun's words instantly:

He Maokun instructed them to try to increase their favorability with Dongdan Shuiyue after they found her, and to sell Dongdan Yinxiang when appropriate.

If Dongdan Shuiyue doesn't die, and she rises to power in the future, she will inevitably owe them this favor.

Even if Dongdan Shuiyue dies, Dongdan Yinxiang might spare the lives of the father and his two sons out of consideration for their loyalty and hard work.

Having made up their minds, He Lanhuai and He Lancai accepted the order and led more than twenty trusted disciples to search for Dongdan Shuiyue throughout the city.

Unexpectedly, as soon as they came out of the He family's house, they were stopped by a tiny child.

"Are you from the He family?" The little boy stood at the entrance of the He family's house, tilting his head up and asking earnestly in his childish voice.

He Lanhuai: "..."

He Lancai: "Whose stupid child is this? Running to our He family's doorstep to ask such an idiotic question. We're not from the He family, so who else could we be from the Bai or Qian family?"

"I'll ask you questions, and you can just answer yes or no. I'm still young, and I won't understand anything else you say," the little boy said in a childish but earnest voice. "Someone asked me to pass this letter on to the He family. If that's the case, take the letter. If not, just leave. Don't bother with a little kid like me."

Hey, this little rascal!

He Lanhuai and the others all laughed.

In this Ancient Moon City, apart from a few direct descendants of the Bai and Qian families, only a brat like this would dare to speak to them like that.

“We are from the He family, give me the letter,” He Lanhuai said with a slight smile, showing no interest in bullying a child.

When the little boy heard him say that, he handed him the letter and ran off.

Two streets lead into the alleyways.

A simply dressed woman with a sorrowful face was waiting anxiously there.

Beside her, Ji Fengyao stood with her arms crossed, eyes closed, leaning against the wall.

I saw the little bean run back.

The woman quickly ran over and pulled the little boy into her arms, anxiously cupping his face and looking him up and down: "Miao'er, how are you? Did those people hurt you?"

“He’s fine. I’ve said it before, even if the He family is the most heartless and cruel, they wouldn’t lay a hand on a child. Besides, my soul is protecting your son.” The little boy answered immediately, his voice still childish, but his words were spoken with the maturity of an adult.

Then, the little boy's body went limp and he fell into the woman's arms.

Meanwhile, Ji Fengyao, who was leaning against the wall, opened her eyes, straightened up, walked to the woman, and waved to put down a cartload of grain and a sack of gold, silver, jade and other items for her.

"This is what I promised you. You should take your son home immediately and don't let him go out for the next month. Once things change in Guyue City, your son will be free to go out and play," Ji Fengyao said, turning and leaving.

The woman behind her thanked her profusely, saying, "Thank you, fairy! Without these things, I, a mere mortal woman, truly do not know how I would have raised the seedlings. Thank you, fairy, for saving my life!"

Ji Fengyao did not turn around.

She happened to meet this woman who was trying to commit suicide with her child, and that's how she made a deal with them.

She gave him food, gold, silver, and jade, and the child had just risked his life.

The cause-and-effect relationship between them has been settled.