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This river is the moat of Licheng. The two of them wandered aimlessly downstream along the river.
Zhu Qinghe suddenly remembered something and asked, "How are Miaomiao and the others?"
Logically speaking, as a victim in the case of the infant spirit, Miao Miao should testify at the Dali Temple. However, given her special status, it would be unwise if someone with malicious intent discovered her identity and became involved in other cases.
Besides, Brother Kui wouldn't agree to it either.
Shen Wumei naturally knew the key to it, so she didn't mention Miaomiao and the others at all when organizing the case files.
"Don't worry, they are safe now." Shen Wumei's words reassured Zhu Qinghe.
She exclaimed, "Now you know, right? People like Minister Chen are the evil ones, while I, the Half-Immortal, am doing legitimate business."
Shen Wumei smiled but didn't say anything.
A little sparrow perched on the bow of the boat. Its feathers were all black, shimmering in the sunlight. Its red eyes stared unblinkingly at Zhu Qinghe. After a moment, it tilted its head to the side, looking utterly adorable.
Zhu Qinghe thought it was cute and reached out to touch it, but Shen Wumei stopped her hand halfway and said seriously, "Don't touch it."
Seeing his serious expression, Zhu Qinghe quickly asked, "What's wrong?"
Is there something wrong with this bird?
A clear whistle rang out, and the bird fluttered up and landed on a person's shoulder on the bridge.
Zhu Qinghe looked over and saw a man standing against the light on the bridge, his face obscured. He was dressed in a striking red robe, a color rarely seen even by women.
But the man had such a strong presence that it didn't seem so out of place. A girl stood next to him, barely reaching his shoulder, hidden in his shadow, but her face was still visible.
His cheeks were thin, and his face looked sickly. Although he looked young, he gave people a sense of old age and decline.
Although her features were outstanding, her listless and sickly appearance reduced her beauty from eight out of ten to only three.
Unlike the people next to her, she was dressed in all black, which made her look even more depressed and gloomy.
These two are really strange!
The sun was obscured by drifting dark clouds, and Zhu Qinghe finally saw the man's face clearly.
His black hair fell unruly over his shoulders, and his features were striking, the kind of beauty that bloomed in full glory.
Its exquisite beauty was so stunning that even women would be ashamed of themselves.
The man noticed Zhu Qinghe's scrutinizing gaze, smiled, and even winked playfully at her.
Zhu Qinghe: "...?"
So, did that person wink at her?
The man patted the little sparrow perched on his shoulder, then turned and left with the woman in black.
Zhu Qinghe looked away and saw Shen Wumei's icy gaze.
Zhu Qinghe: "...What's wrong?"
Is it pretty?
Zhu Qinghe: "...I didn't see it."
"Heh." Shen Wumei sneered and turned to row away.
Hey, this free captain's got some nerve.
She's so jealous!
On the way back, Zhu Qinghe coaxed Shen Wumei for a long time before Shen Wumei's expression improved when they got off the boat.
Zhu Qinghe was truly wronged. She glanced at that person a few more times not for any other reason, but simply because she felt he was a bit strange.
He, the girl beside him, and even the bird on his shoulder all exuded a strange aura.
As a fortune teller, her sixth sense is usually very accurate.
She always felt that these two people were not simple.
Of course, this was just a minor incident, and Zhu Qinghe didn't take it to heart. After disembarking, it was almost time, so the two went to the renowned Zhaolan Restaurant in Licheng.
To be honest, although Zhu Qinghe was born and raised in Licheng, she had never been here before.
There's only one reason: the food here is just too expensive.
Zhu Qinghe stepped forward and stared at Shen Wumei: "Why do I feel like you're being unusually generous today?"
First, they rented a boat and spent a month's salary on it, and now they're actually inviting her to dinner at Zhaolan Restaurant.
Lord Shen is so rich.
Shen Wumei calmly looked back at her, "Was I not generous before?"
Hmm—Zhu Qinghe thought about it carefully, and indeed Lord Shen has always been quite generous.
In the past, when I went on missions and asked him for reimbursement, he always gave me more than I owed.
This is why she was always happy to help him with his cases; after all, who would turn down money?
Zhu Qinghe clasped her hands in thanks: "Thank you for your generosity, Lord Shen. We, a humble commoner, are deeply grateful."
"Alright," Shen Wumei said, supporting her arm. "Let's eat quickly."
After I sat down, I heard the people at the table behind me chatting.
"What is the prince of the Silver Tenon tribe doing in our Licheng? Shouldn't he be going to the capital?"
Upon hearing this, Shen Wumei's expression softened somewhat.
Zhu Qinghe didn't know much about the Silver Tenon Tribe and had never heard of it before. Just as she was about to ask Shen Wumei, she saw him staring at the table, seemingly lost in thought.
It was that feeling again. Zhu Qinghe's heart tightened. It was exactly the same feeling she had when Shen Wumei told her in the cave, "Not being able to see clearly is also a kind of happiness."
Could it be that his inner conflict is related to this Silver Tenon Tribe?
The people behind continued: "You don't know this, do you? Prince Yinluoha of the Yinshan tribe has always acted unpredictably. He said he came to choose a marriage partner, but he actually brought a cart full of concubines."
"Wow," someone exclaimed, "Isn't he being incredibly disrespectful? Who brings concubines to choose a future queen?"
“That’s right,” the man agreed. “So anyone who becomes his queen is truly cursed.”
Zhu Qinghe listened with great interest, biting the end of her chopsticks. With a prince behaving so absurdly, the Silver Tenon Tribe would probably be wiped out soon.
However, this tiny tribe, which she had never even heard of, dared to come here and cause trouble, and even made a big show of choosing a princess for a marriage alliance.
What are you thinking about all day long?
Shen Wumei suddenly spoke up: "The soldiers of the Silver Tenon Tribe are powerful fighters, and they are all skilled at training horses. If a fight breaks out, we may not be their match."
Zhu Qinghe snapped out of her daze and looked at him: "Did I just ask a question out loud?"
Shen Wumei shook her head: "No, but you seem very curious."
That's true, but when will he be able to read minds?
Seeing that he was in a normal mood, Zhu Qinghe didn't hold back and asked frankly, "Do you have a grudge against the Silver Tenon Tribe?"
Shen Wumei: "Did you calculate that again?"
"I could tell." Did she really need to consult a fortune teller for something so trivial?
"More or less." The dishes were served, and Shen Wumei picked up his chopsticks and stabbed the fish head in half with the chopped chili fish head. The fish head stared wide-eyed, its eyes wide open in death. He said calmly, "I have a score to settle with them."
After lunch, Zhu Qinghe, on a whim, dragged Shen Wumei along to go shopping.
Shen Wumei: "...Can I not go?"
Zhu Qinghe cruelly refused: "No."
The once imposing and cold-faced Yama Lord Shen helplessly followed behind the enthusiastic Zhu Qinghe, watching her pick out things from the shop next door and turn around to ask him if they looked good.
A faint smile appeared in his eyes. In such comfortable weather, he felt a long-lost sense of satisfaction and happiness.
However, when there are too many people, chaos and conflict are more likely to arise.
A woman's shrill shouts and low sobs could be heard, and for some reason, the area in front was completely surrounded.
Zhu Qinghe, holding a sugar figurine, came over and pulled Chen Wumei: "It seems there's been an accident up ahead, let's go take a look."
After squeezing into a spot with a good view, Zhu Qinghe finally saw what was inside.
A shrewish woman wearing an apron was standing with her hands on her hips, cursing at a girl in a pink dress who was crying and sobbing in front of her. Next to her stood a young man who was as thin as a stick.
The skinny young master's face turned bright red, and he looked even more embarrassed as he stared at the crowd of onlookers: "Can't you go home and say this? Aren't you ashamed to be here?"
The feisty woman in the apron spoke with a strong voice: "You dare to do it, so why are you afraid of others finding out? I want everyone to judge! You two shameless people aren't even ashamed of doing something like this, so why should I be afraid!"
Zhu Qinghe understood what was going on, and even wanted to applaud the feisty woman.
The girl in the pink dress was so focused on crying that it made the aggressive wife on the other side look even more ferocious.
A scholar-looking onlooker sighed, "With such a fierce woman, it's no wonder this gentleman is attracted to someone else. After all, that girl looks so gentle and lovely; who wouldn't be tempted?"
Zhu Qinghe rolled her eyes.
She didn't want to cause trouble, so she didn't move, but a girl in black in front of her glanced at her indifferently and coldly uttered, "Trash!"
Oh my, Zhu Qinghe finds this interesting.
The scholar who had spoken earlier was losing face and asked loudly, "What did you say?"
Zhu Qinghe said lazily, "Are you deaf? Calling you trash is ridiculous."
The scholar-like man pushed his way through aggressively, but his expression changed slightly after he saw the girl in black and Zhu Qinghe. He hadn't expected that the girls who had challenged him would be so beautiful.
Especially the one in the green shirt, it was practically modeled after his dream girl.
The scholar cleared his throat: "The two young ladies may have misunderstood me."
As he spoke, he took a step towards Zhu Qinghe. "Young lady, listen to me..."
A string of bright red candied hawthorns was shoved in front of him. Shen Wumei appeared beside Zhu Qinghe at some point. He was handsome and had an imposing presence. The women around him were all subtly watching him.
He pointed at the scholar with the candied hawthorn: "She won't listen, step back."
The scholar could tell from this man that he was not someone to be trifled with, so he had no choice but to retreat dejectedly.
Zhu Qinghe took the candied hawthorn from his hand, somewhat surprised: "You just went to buy candied hawthorn?"
No wonder he disappeared as soon as she turned around; she thought he didn't want to join in the fun.
Shen Wumei frowned: "If I don't see you for a while, flies will come."
His gaze fell on Zhu Qinghe's face, and after looking at it for a while, he said somewhat awkwardly, "Suddenly I think it's quite nice that you like to wear fake beards."
Remember to stick it on next time.
Zhu Qinghe was amused by his expression. "You're overthinking it. Just now it was because..." She glanced to the side and found that the girl in black who had been standing in front of her was gone.
Why are you walking so fast?
In the blink of an eye, the scene had escalated to the point where the feisty woman wrote a letter of divorce on the spot and threw it in the face of the skinny young man.
"Wonderful!" Zhu Qinghe's eyes lit up as she pulled Shen Wumei to a better position.
"It's the most exciting part, look!"
Shen Wumei: "..."
What sins has he committed to deserve watching this kind of thing?
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