"Dad, I can do it, I definitely can do it."
Although things were far more complicated than she had imagined, she had always gotten what she wanted since she was a child, and this time was no exception.
Three days later, in the early morning, Qiao Lian'er used a huge amount of gold coins to unlock the Thousand-Mile Voice Transmission.
But she was stumped about how to use it, so she had to ask the space manager for help.
"Here's how it is," the butler explained. "Take something you've both touched, place your hand on it, and you can communicate telepathically with the other person."
Qiao Lian'er pondered that she and the two brothers had not exchanged any items.
But then I immediately thought, didn't we touch the letters that were being exchanged together?
Some letters were burned, while others remain.
She rummaged through the drawer, took out the letter, and gently placed her hand on it.
Night fell, the bright moon hung in the sky, and the bustling capital city of the daytime was much quieter now. A few carriages and horses passed by on the main road, and a few tables of customers chatted and laughed in the teahouses and taverns.
On Sifang Street, the Pei family's mansion stands grand and imposing. Two stone lions stand majestically outside the gate, holding pearls in their mouths, hidden in the hazy night, exuding both majesty and an air of unfathomable mystery.
While the nearby official residences were fast asleep, the Pei family's house remained brightly lit, and the people walking around inside looked tired and exhausted.
Near the mansion, a circle of imperial guards stood guard, their swords flashing and their expressions cold.
The salt transport case has been filed for more than half a month. The Pei family has submitted all the evidence and all the official documents regarding the procedures. They are just waiting for the imperial family to make a decision.
"Brother, I've checked everything, and there's nothing I missed."
In the study, Pei Shijiu, sporting two dark circles under his eyes, let out a long yawn: "I hope the imperial family will restore the innocence of our Pei family."
After this incident, the boy, who was just three months shy of his fourteenth birthday, has become much more mature.
After speaking but receiving no response, Pei Shijiu turned to look and saw Pei Zhujin leaning against the soft couch, eyes closed, already asleep.
These days, his older brother has been working much harder than him, and now he's finally reached his breaking point.
Pei Shijiu's eyes were a little moist, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.
Having grown up in such a powerful family, he was very perceptive in this regard even at a young age.
The Emperor must know that the Pei family has been wronged and deliberately made difficult by others. They just want to take this opportunity to teach the Pei family a lesson.
"Serving a ruler is like serving a tiger; for thousands of years, nothing has been more true," he thought to himself.
He covered his brother with a blanket and then went to sleep.
"Brother Pei, Brother Pei—"
Pei Zhujin was in a deep sleep when he suddenly heard someone calling him. The voice sounded familiar, but he couldn't quite place it.
He thought he was dreaming again. He had been having bad dreams these past few days, either that the Pei family would be raided and exiled, or that they would all be beheaded.
But the voice was like a gentle spring breeze, and it did not alert him to any danger.
He is now physically and mentally exhausted, feeling as if all his energy has been drained, and he longs for someone to talk to him, even if it's just in his dreams.
"Um, who are you?" he replied.
"I am Qiao Lian'er, Brother Pei, have you forgotten me?"
So it was a dream about Miss Qiao. Pei Zhujin smiled. He had been thinking about Miss Qiao lately. Her business was not going well, and he was afraid she was worried and stressed.
Perhaps he was thinking about it during the day and dreaming about it at night.
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