Song Zhiyu is intolerant of any imperfections. If Chun Tao has truly been bribed, then it's time for her to clean up Songxi Courtyard.
Under the watchful eyes of two people in the shadows, Song Zhiyu strolled into the best blacksmith shop in the capital, leaving the two people hiding in the shadows looking at each other, puzzled.
"What is she doing at the blacksmith's shop?" Shen Jinhua frowned, looking puzzled.
She thought that following Song Zhiyu would bring unexpected gains, and perhaps she could even find out where her third brother was. However, she did not expect that Song Zhiyu would turn around and enter the blacksmith shop. Every step she took was unexpected, and every move she made was so subtle that she could not find any fault with her.
Shen Jinhua was already convinced that Shen Mingyi's disappearance was related to Song Zhiyu, so she thought of secretly following her when she wasn't paying attention.
If she could catch him in the act, she could go and curry favor with her uncle.
But Song Zhiyu didn't play by the rules at all; of all places, she went to the blacksmith's shop. It really infuriated her.
Shen Jinhua stomped her foot angrily, wanting to turn around and leave, but she was still somewhat unwilling.
She still harbored resentment towards Song Zhiyu for embarrassing her at the Treasure Pavilion auction.
Before Song Zhiyu returned to the manor, Shen's clothing store was doing well, and Brother Mingyi was also unharmed.
But everything changed after she returned to the manor.
Shen Jinshu was confined to her quarters by the Empress Dowager, and Shen Mingyi disappeared; both of these events were inextricably linked to Song Zhiyu.
Thinking of this, Shen Jinhua made up her mind. As long as she kept following Song Zhiyu, she didn't believe that Song Zhiyu wouldn't slip up.
"Miss, should we continue following her? What if the Second Miss finds out?" the maid asked cautiously, afraid of displeasing Shen Jinhua.
She had seen Song Zhiyu teach people a lesson before; when she got ruthless, she even hit several young masters. Her young lady, with her small arms and legs, probably couldn't withstand a slap.
"Where are you going? Keep following me." Shen Jinhua scolded irritably, her petite body hidden behind the wall, staring intently at the blacksmith's shop door, not daring to relax for a moment, for fear of losing him.
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At that moment, inside the shop, the blacksmith Yang, who was busy forging iron, looked up and saw Song Zhiyu. He quickly went up to her and asked, "My esteemed guest, is there anything I can help you with?"
Song Zhiyu took the blueprint from Lu Bai, spread it out on the table, and tapped it lightly with his index finger. "Yang the blacksmith, do you think these silver needles on the blueprint can be made?"
"Are these silver needles?" The blacksmith's eyes were instantly drawn to the pattern on the Xuan paper, and his face was full of amazement.
The nine needles are all different. The sharp needle has a point as sharp as a millet grain and is about three and a half inches long. The round needle, as the name suggests, is one and a half inches long, with a more rounded body than the sharp needle and an oval-shaped point...
What intrigued Yang the blacksmith most was the pestle on the drawing. Its handle was long and straight, with a suitable curve, as if it had been specially designed to resemble the hand shape of the distinguished person before him.
The handle is also engraved with exquisite cloud patterns, and every detail is just right, making it extremely difficult to create.
“That’s good. I need you to make a set of gold needles for me according to this blueprint. Money is not a problem.” The silver needles in Song Zhiyu’s hand were a gift from her master and were also handcrafted by him. They fit Song Zhiyu’s hand perfectly.
Now, she is still missing a set of gold needles.
“No problem, sir. Give me three days, and you can come to the shop to pick it up in three days.” Yang the blacksmith rubbed his hands together, eager to get started. This was no small challenge for him, and he couldn’t let his esteemed friend down and ruin the reputation of his shop as the best blacksmith in the capital.
“Okay, I’ll come back in three days.” Song Zhiyu nodded slightly; she valued quality over speed.
After settling everything and paying the money, Song Zhiyu and her servant left the blacksmith shop one after the other, heading in another direction.
Her purpose in leaving the manor today, besides finding someone to forge silver needles, was to deliver medicine to Ye Linxi.
Now that the matter of the silver needles had been resolved, she rushed to the Yuelai Inn without stopping.
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"Miss, they're coming out." The maid who had been watching Song Zhiyu saw them leave the blacksmith's shop and hurriedly tugged at the sleeve of the drowsy Shen Jinhua beside her.
At this moment, the little maid no longer cared about her improper behavior. Her round eyes were fixed on Song Zhiyu's figure, and she didn't blink.
If she loses track of the person, the young lady will definitely not let her off the hook.
Although the maidservant tried to keep her voice down, Song Zhiyu, who was walking in front, still heard it clearly.
She paused slightly, glancing behind her out of the corner of her eye, and saw two furtive figures hurriedly disappearing into the alleyway. Unfortunately, they hadn't hidden themselves well.
Seeing the corner of a red dress peeking out from the corner of the wall, Song Zhiyu couldn't help but twitch the corners of her mouth, a forced smile.
Shen Jinhua?
If she wasn't mistaken.
"Miss, what's wrong?" Lu Bai looked at Song Zhiyu with a puzzled expression, and then stopped in her tracks.
"It's nothing, just two rats following behind."
Upon hearing this, Lu Bai immediately understood. A surge of anger welled up inside her, and her face instantly flushed red. "Could it be that it's the Marquis's men again? Does he also suspect that you are involved in the Third Young Master's disappearance?"
Besides Shen Feng, she couldn't think of anyone else who would be following them.
Now that the Third Young Master's whereabouts are unknown, it's hard to guarantee that the Marquis won't take the opportunity to make things difficult for her young lady.
“Not entirely.” Song Zhiyu shook her head, the meaning of her words already quite clear.
"Aren't you going to see Miss Ye? It would be troublesome if they found out."
Prince Xiao even mobilized the Xuan Tian Guards, clearly determined to capture Ye Linxi and bring her back.
If Prince Xiao finds out that her young mistress helped Ye Linxi escape, he will surely be furious.
"If she wants to come, let her come along." Song Zhiyu planned to find another opportunity to shake off the two of them later.
She just didn't expect this opportunity to come so quickly.
“Miss, you come from a wealthy family and have an excellent appearance. You are a blessed person and are a perfect match for my treasured jade ruyi.”
The white-haired old man suddenly sat up from the ground, stroking his white beard with one hand and pointing at the jade ruyi on his stall with the other. A mischievous smile appeared on his lips as he uttered one deceptive sentence after another.
"This jade ruyi in my hand is a masterpiece by Master Qian Yuan, and it is priceless. Although I am fortunate to have obtained this treasure, I cannot keep it. I only wish to find a discerning person who appreciates its value. I am willing to sell this jade ruyi to a destined person at a low price."
Song Zhiyu stopped in front of the stall and casually glanced at the utensils on the stall. Apart from the red agate jade bottle, which was worth some money, the rest were just scrap metal.
The jade ruyi in his hand was so obviously fake it couldn't be more so.
But what's most astonishing is that every single item on the old man's stall looks incredibly realistic.
If she hadn't grown up with her second brother, who loved collecting treasures, and been influenced by him from a young age, she probably would have been fooled too.
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