"Oh?" The man smiled slightly. "It's an honor to have Young Master Rong, who single-handedly created the Ghost Market, seek my advice. May I ask what it is?"
"Last November, the second daughter of the governor of Jiangzhou went missing in the capital. Not long ago, the governor's wife came to me seeking my help in finding her daughter. After my men investigated extensively, they discovered that it seems your people are involved. What do you think, sir?"
"So that's what it is." The man nodded. "I can give Young Master Rong an address and a token of my trust. When you arrive, show the token, and someone will show you the way. However, this matter is of great importance..."
"Rest assured, my lord, I will go there myself and will not entrust it to anyone else," Rong Heng assured him.
"Alright, with Young Master Rong's words, I am naturally at ease."
By the time they finished talking, it was already three-quarters past noon.
In the courtyard, Zhu Jiayu and the other two had finished their lunch. Zhu Congjian was busy taking Wei Qinglou fishing, so he let Zhu Jiayu go back to the mansion by herself.
Shu Jian frantically winked at Wei Qinglou, saying, "Young Master! Being in the right place at the right time means you're in a good position! You're in a good position now, it's your turn to get what you want!"
Wei Qinglou, however, did not understand the meaning and was somewhat confused.
Seeing this, Shu Jian had no choice but to volunteer, saying, "Master Zhu, why don't I go fishing with you? My young master often says that you are highly skilled, and I would like to learn from you. As for Miss Zhu, please forgive my intrusion, Master Zhu... Miss Zhu went out today without any guards, did you? I think it would be more prudent for my young master to escort Miss Zhu back to the manor."
"This..." Zhu Congjian hesitated, "Isn't this too much trouble for Xiao Wei?"
Wei Qinglou finally understood what Shujian meant and said seriously, "No trouble at all, Uncle Zhu, let me see Miss Zhu off."
"That's fine, that's fine too." Zhu Congjian nodded happily. He always felt that his daughter's attitude towards Wei Qinglou was different. Since Wei Qinglou was also willing to be her protector, what reason did he have to stop her?
...
On the long street in October, there were few pedestrians. The distant sky was shrouded in cold, misty clouds. Although it was afternoon, the sky looked gloomy, as if it had been touched by the dim, half-light twilight of a traditional Chinese ink painting.
Having just finished eating, Zhu Jiayu didn't want to ride in a carriage, so Wei Qinglou said he would accompany her back on foot.
"Young master, please buy a flower for the lady."
As the two were walking, a little girl suddenly appeared out of nowhere and blocked their path. In her hands she was holding a bunch of wintersweet that she had cut from the mountains. The branches were rough and the leaves were large, with pale yellow flowers scattered among them, and a subtle fragrance wafted through the air.
Wei Qinglou glanced at Zhu Jiayu somewhat helplessly before taking out some silver and handing it to the little girl. He then said to her, "You... don't talk nonsense. I've already paid for it. Go back early."
The little girl thanked him sweetly and stuffed all the flowers into his hand.
Wei Qinglou walked around with the flowers for a while, then secretly glanced at Zhu Jiayu's expression. He picked out the best-blooming branch from the bouquet and asked her casually, "Miss Zhu, do you like winter plum blossoms?"
He was ready, and when Zhu Jiayu said she liked it, he gave her the branch.
He said there were too many flowers, and he couldn't carry them all by himself.
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