Jiang Muyu almost jumped out of the window, but luckily she still had some rationality and hurried out of the guest room and went downstairs.

When I got outside the inn, I could no longer see that person.

She immediately asked the wonton seller in an anxious tone, "Brother, I want to ask if you saw which direction the guy went just now?"

The young man pointed ahead and said, "They were going straight, but I didn't pay much attention to where they turned."

Jiang Muyu ran forward for a while and realized at a fork in the road that this was a crossroads. To the front was a stone bridge across the river, and to the left and right were streets along the river.

She looked around but couldn't see him anywhere. She stood in the middle of the street, looking around in confusion.

It seems that he feels that now is not the right time to meet.

She smiled self-deprecatingly, with a hint of bitterness: "Perhaps, in his eyes, I am just a burden."

Jiang Muyu did not insist on looking for him. He just stayed for a while and then turned around and went back.

What she didn't know was that just after she walked away for a moment, a man came out from the street corner not far behind her and looked at her back for a long time until she was hidden in the night and could no longer be seen.

He pursed his lips slightly, and wore a half-cracked mask on his face, which only covered the skin from the left forehead to the jaw. The other half of his face was still as perfect as a god.

This person is Liang Qingchen.

Xu Lang stood behind him and said softly, "Master, it's time for us to go."

Liang Qingchen did not move, and said in a voice as cold as ice: "Why didn't anyone tell me where she was?"

"This... Yunyan may think that such a small matter does not need to be passed on one by one."

"Didn't I tell you to report everything truthfully, no matter how big or small it is?"

Xu Lang lowered his head and swallowed hard: "I will convey your meaning again."

"You failed to do your job well and should be punished." His voice was calm. He then retracted his gaze, turned around and walked in another direction.

Xu Lang bowed behind him and said, "Yes."

…

After Jiang Muyu returned to the inn, he closed the window and lay down on the bed.

She was no longer in the mood to enjoy the night view.

Fortunately, it did not affect her sleeping mood.

A night of disordered dreams.

When she woke up the next morning, she seemed a little depressed.

Yunyan came in from outside and brought her breakfast.

Jiang Muyu had just finished washing up and sat down at the table. When he looked up, he suddenly noticed that Yunyan's face was not looking good either, so he asked, "Didn't you sleep well last night?"

Yunyan was distracted for a moment, then nodded: "Yes... I had a nightmare in the second half of the night..."

"Why don't you go back and rest for a while? We can start the return trip later. It's not far anyway. We'll be there in half a day."

"No, no need, I am not in any great trouble."

Seeing that she refused, Jiang Muyu did not force her: "Well, you don't need to serve me here, you should go downstairs and have some breakfast, and we will be on the road on time."

"Yes, I'll take my leave."

Jiang Muyu looked at Yun Yan's departing back and always felt that something was strange, but he couldn't really put his finger on it.

She had a simple breakfast and when she went downstairs she saw Yunyan already sitting in the lobby waiting for her.

Seeing her coming down, Yun Yan came forward with a smile and asked, "Madam, have you finished your meal? Do you want to walk around to help digest the food?"

She asked Yunyan to call her wife whenever he was outside.

Jiang Muyu waved his hand: "No need, have you arranged the carriage?"

"It's all arranged."

"Then let's just go back."

"good."

When the master and servant left the inn, they found a carriage waiting at the door. The driver had come with them and was going back with them.

Yunyan lifted the curtain with one hand and helped her into the carriage with the other.

Jiang Muyu suddenly realized that she was supporting him with her left hand. According to the rules of that era, the right hand was more respected, so Yunyan usually supported her with her right hand.

Yunyan's temperament has become more stable in the past two years, so why did she suddenly break the rules?

Moreover, she thought carefully and found that Yunyan also used her left hand to serve her breakfast today...

Jiang Muyu frowned slightly but remained silent.

The carriage moved forward steadily, out of the city, and into the mountain path. The road was a bit bumpy, and she held her forehead and sighed.

"Yunyan, my waist hurts a little."

Yunyan asked, "Shall I add another layer of cushion for you?"

She waved her hands and said, "Please rub my waist for me."

"Yes." Yun Yan went over and rubbed her waist as she was told.

After rubbing for a while, Jiang Muyu suddenly raised his eyebrows: "Why are you using your left hand? It doesn't seem to have much power."

Yun Yan was stunned for a moment, then lowered her eyebrows and said, "I accidentally sprained my right hand when I got up at night yesterday. I can't use my strength for the time being. I hope Your Majesty will forgive me."

"Sprained? Do you need to see a doctor?"

"No, no need. I have already applied medicine. It will be healed in two days."

"Okay, just be careful and don't be so rash." Seeing her like this, Jiang Muyu knew that he couldn't get anything out of her.

But she could probably guess that this matter was most likely related to Liang Qingchen.

Her intuition is always right.

"Yes, thank you for your concern." Yun Yan rubbed her waist silently behind her, secretly sweating in her heart.

In fact, her right hand was not sprained at all. It was clearly removed and then reattached. Even with the application of medicine, it would not heal in a short time.

She disobeyed her master's orders and should be punished.

…

After Jiang Muyu returned to the courtyard, he began to formulate a money-making plan. He wrote a long letter and was busy for three consecutive days.

Everything is ready, except for the starting capital.

Naturally, this money should come from Liang Qingchen.

That day, she asked Yunyan to send a letter to Qingsi, saying that she wanted to treat him to a meal as a thank you for saving her life in the jungle.

They quickly replied with approval, but the banquet was scheduled for the evening.

Jiang Muyu thought this person was really weird. He mostly met her at night. Was it because he couldn't see her during the day?

"Alas - maybe he is really ugly and has low self-esteem." She thought.

But even though she complained, she still went into the kitchen and prepared five dishes and a soup herself, and only asked Nanny Huang to put the dishes on the table when he arrived.

Qingsi still wore a mask, but this time his mouth and chin were exposed.

His lips were thin and moist, with a little stubble on his chin, and scars of varying depths could be vaguely seen on the little bit of skin exposed under the mask.

No wonder he always wears a mask, it turns out his face is injured.

Jiang Muyu first served him a bowl of soup, passed it to him, and said with a smile: "Try the lotus seed and pork ribs soup I cooked myself. It has the effect of clearing the mind and calming the nerves, and replenishing the qi."

"Thank you." He seemed a little reserved, with his eyelashes slightly drooping. He picked up the porcelain bowl, took a sip, and put it down.

Jiang Muyu looked at him suspiciously: "Isn't it tasty?"

"No, no, Madam, just tell me what you want me to do. There is no need to do so much."

"Well, we can talk after dinner if there's anything." She said, picking up a piece of meat for him and said, "Try this flower chicken. I've been busy all afternoon. I don't cook often on weekdays, so you're in for a treat today."

He pursed his lips, picked up the beggar's chicken and put it into his mouth.

Jiang Muyu looked at him expectantly: "Is it delicious?"

He was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "It's delicious."

"If it tastes good, eat more." As she said that, she put other dishes into his bowl.

Qing Si looked at her. If he wasn't wearing a mask, she would be able to see his furrowed brows.

"Your Highness, please don't be too enthusiastic towards other men. If the master knew, he would be jealous."

Jiang Muyu chuckled: "Let him be jealous as much as he wants, I don't care."

His hand shook and the chopsticks fell to the ground.