Chapter 88
Hanxiang put down the copper basin. "Not yet, but no news is the best news. Young master, you are a lucky man. Perhaps you have been saved by someone else."
"I hope so."
Wen Shu silently counted the jewelry. If they could pawn these items for money, it would be enough to support them for a while.
"Young lady, why are you rummaging through all this jewelry?"
"Exchange money."
Early the next morning.
The carriage came to a steady stop in front of the pawnshop. Wen Shu, wearing a veil, went inside to pawn her jewelry. Items that were permanently pawned were more expensive than those that were readily pawned. All the jewelry she had accumulated over the years was worth at least thirty taels of silver.
In the teahouse across from the pawnshop, the number of porters drinking tea had doubled, and they sat together in twos and threes, chatting.
Those people's clothes were too clean, and it wasn't raining today, nor was it a time for rest. How could so many people appear out of nowhere?
Suddenly realizing something, Wen Shu quietly boarded the carriage.
The driver drove away, and Wen Shu deliberately opened a crack in the window. Sure enough, she saw that all the people in the teahouse had followed.
Fortunately, those people just followed from a distance and didn't do anything unusual.
Wen Shu returned to the side courtyard with the silver in her pocket, immediately wrote a letter and gave it to Han Xiang, instructing her to place the letter under the candlestick in the Earth God Temple in the west of the city.
Although Hanxiang didn't understand, she did as she was told.
When they received a reply a day later, the people searching at the foot of the cliff also found Wenji's remains.
The corpse, gnawed beyond recognition, had incomplete bones, with bloodied, torn pieces of clothing still hanging on it.
The servants who were conducting the search and rescue knelt on the ground, trembling, not daring to look at Wen Tao's ashen face.
Everyone in the Wen family knew that the young master fell off the cliff because Aunt Zhou felt too lonely on the road to the underworld and couldn't bear to leave her son, so she wanted him to accompany her.
Everyone knew the truth, but no one dared to say it.
After Wen Tao fell ill, his health deteriorated significantly.
Wen Shu knelt before him, supporting her increasingly frail body, and said, "Father, my brother has left us just like that. I want to go to Guangfu Temple to burn some paper money for Mother and my brother, hoping that they can live peacefully over there."
Wen Tao nodded in agreement, and said weakly with his eyes closed, "Go, and come back soon."
Wen Shu left with tears in her eyes.
Today is not a special day; the road outside the city leading to Guangfu Temple is both empty and quiet.
The green cypress and bamboo forests on the mountain are still lush and green, and occasionally a flock of birds flies by, leaving behind a few chirping sounds.
The young monk from Guangfu Temple led them into the hall, then withdrew with his hands clasped together.
She was the only one in the hall. The paper money in the copper basin was licked clean by the flames, and the ashes rose into the air and then fell back down.
Before the golden statue with its body gilded, the woman's eyes were cold and clear. Her slender white fingers twirled paper money, placing it one by one into the copper basin, as if she were doing something extremely focused.
The leaping flames reflected in her aloof eyes, and her expression now held none of the sadness she had shown before.
"Hidden for so long, aren't you coming out yet?"
The woman's clear, cold voice resonated throughout the hall.
There was no response in the empty hall for a while, but Wen Shu was not in a hurry. After burning the last piece of paper money, she bowed to Jin Xiang again with an extremely devout expression.
"Young lady, you're quite capable; you actually knew we were hiding here."
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