He strode up to Shen Yuhan, bowed, and his tone was full of undisguised flattery: "General Shen, if it weren't for my cooperation this time, this girl would have disappeared long ago."
"Although I don't have any great abilities, this contribution is certainly not insignificant, right?"
His eyes were filled with anticipation, clearly hoping to gain some benefits from Shen Yuhan. Shen Yuhan glanced at him, sneered inwardly, but remained silent. With a wave of his hand, the attendant beside him immediately presented a heavy bag of silver.
"This is the reward you deserve," Shen Yuhan said calmly, "thank you for your help in this matter."
Duan Cheng's eyes lit up. He took the silver bag, weighed it, and the smile on his face deepened a little, but he was obviously not satisfied.
Holding the silver bag, he raised his brows slightly, and smiled even more flatteringly: "Thank you for the generous reward, General, but..."
"I feel that although silver is good, I would rather serve the court than seek promotion. I wonder if the general could say a few good words for me in the court?"
Shen Yuhan's eyes suddenly turned colder. She turned her head slightly to look at Duan Cheng, and there was no smile in her eyes anymore.
He had long seen through Duan Cheng's ambition in his heart. If he had not been forced to do so this time, he would never have dealt with such a small official with evil intentions.
Hearing him asking for an official position so bluntly, the unhappiness in my heart became even stronger.
He smiled faintly, then took out a thick document from his sleeve and threw it in front of Duan Cheng.
The document swayed slightly in the morning light, and a few lines of ink were faintly visible on the paper.
Duan Cheng's face changed, and he hurriedly picked up the document, unfolding it with trembling hands.
His face turned pale instantly, and the document in his hand clearly recorded everything he had done over the years.
He embezzled and accepted bribes, secretly withheld people's wages, and ran rampant in the village.
Each charge was enough to get him fired or even killed.
"This... this..." Cold sweat broke out on Duan Cheng's forehead, and the silver bag in his hand suddenly became extremely heavy.
He looked up at Shen Yuhan, his eyes filled with panic: "General Shen...this...this..."
Shen Yuhan smiled coldly, without a trace of emotion in his voice: "If you know what's interesting, you can do it yourself."
"Otherwise, this document will soon appear in the files of the Imperial Censorate in the capital. When that happens, don't blame me for not warning you."
Duan Cheng's legs went weak and he almost fell to the ground.
He knew that he had met a tough opponent this time and dared not say anything more.
He could only nod repeatedly and said palely: "Yes, yes... I understand. I dare not say anything more. Thank you, General, for your magnanimity..."
Shen Yuhan glanced at him coldly, turned back to Fang Qingyue, reached out to help her get into the carriage, and had no intention of paying any more attention to Duan Cheng.
Duan Cheng stood there, holding the document and silver bag in his hand.
The cold sweat on his forehead slid down his temples. He didn't dare to raise any more objections and could only watch Shen Yuhan and others leave.
The carriage moved slowly forward on the official road paved with bluestone, and the wheels made a low creaking sound, as if telling of a journey that was destined not to be peaceful.
Inside the car, Fang Qingyue sat quietly, her hands folded on her knees, her gaze distant, but her thoughts extremely clear.
The scenery outside the window passed by quickly and gradually blurred into an insignificant background.
She had already made her decision. No matter what, Cheng Qingyuan should know what she was going to do next.
Fang Qingyue vaguely understood in her heart that the agreement between her and Shen Yuhan had changed the trajectory of her future, and Cheng Qingyuan was a part of this change that could not be left behind.
Cheng Qingyuan had complicated feelings towards her, but no matter what, he gave her countless care during this difficult journey.
She couldn't let him return to the starting point without anyone to rely on.
She took out a piece of plain letter paper, picked up the pen, and after a moment of contemplation, she wrote:
Brother Cheng,
This letter is written in a hurry and I hope you can receive it safely.
I have reached an agreement with Shen Yuhan when I go to the capital. Don't worry, he will find a position for you in the capital.
You just need to go to Beijing. He owes me too much and will not regret it.
I, Fang Qingyue, will never forget your support along the way. Chi Yue will go to the capital with me.
Worship the clear moon.
After she finished writing, her hand rested on the letter for a moment, with a complex emotion surging in her heart.
Cheng Qingyuan's feelings for her can only be expressed in this way, giving him a way forward, which can be regarded as a comfort in her heart.
Fang Qingyue folded the letter and handed it to the blind girl Chi Yue: "Chi Yue, you must deliver this letter as soon as possible and hand it to Cheng Qingyuan."
Her tone was soft but a little anxious.
Although Chi Yue couldn't see, he could keenly capture Fang Qingyue's emotional fluctuations.
She nodded, clutched the envelope, and replied softly, "I understand. Don't worry, sister. I will do it myself."
The carriage stopped for a moment on the way, and Chi Yue got off, ready to deliver the letter.
However, no one noticed that a pair of hidden eyes had already seen all of this.
Shen Yuhan's close confidant was hiding at the back of the team. He followed Chi Yue's steps silently, his eyes calm and sharp.
When Chi Yue handed the letter to a errand boy, the confidant did not hesitate, secretly intercepted the letter, and quickly handed it to Shen Yuhan.
Shen Yuhan was sitting alone in another carriage. When the letter was presented to him respectfully, he just glanced at it lightly and had no intention of paying any attention to it.
But when he saw the handwriting on the envelope, his heart suddenly tightened.
This was Fang Qingyue's handwriting, which he was very familiar with.
He was silent for a moment, but finally couldn't suppress his curiosity and slowly tore open the envelope.
As the letter paper unfolded, Fang Qingyue's beautiful handwriting came into view.
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