refugees
Looking at Qu Linghan's sly, narrowed face, the boss couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.
Could it be that he'd encountered some unreasonable benefactor? Lost in thought, he spoke hesitantly.
"Young lady, please forgive me for not recognizing your greatness. You two are certainly wealthy and noble! But I still need to continue doing business with you."
Qu Linghan rolled his eyes helplessly and turned around to face Bai Hui.
With a wink, he said, "I just wanted to tell him that we, as a couple, would be better off running the business."
"It seems this boss thinks I'm the kind of person who abducts women."
Bai Hui looked down at Qu Linghan, "Isn't that right?"
Okay, okay, you bastard, believe it or not I'll jump up and punch you in the knee.
Qu Linghan turned around and looked at the boss again, crossing his arms in front of his chest and speaking in a fawning tone.
"Boss, you have a keen eye. But the good fortune that my husband and I are blessed with is thanks to you."
The boss was a little confused.
"What do your fates have to do with me?"
Qu Linghan clapped his hands sharply.
"How can it not be a problem? If you lower the rent today, my husband and I will run the business together tomorrow. If our business thrives, won't we be benefiting from your success?"
The boss seemed to have been persuaded by Qu Linghan, or perhaps he had suddenly realized something.
"Young lady, how could I possibly benefit from your generosity? I really can't lower my price any further..."
"Oh, boss, you still don't understand. If our business is booming, won't your shop also become popular?"
"Hmm...that seems to be true."
Seeing that the boss was about to agree, Qu Linghan gave him a push.
"Then it's settled. A fixed price of ten strings of cash per month. I'll rent it for a year first, and we'll settle the bill tomorrow."
"Fine, whatever."
Qu Linghan looked at Bai Hui beside him. He stood there quietly, the wind gently lifting his hair and causing his clothes to flutter.
If Qu Linghan hadn't known he was a martial artist, she would have mistaken him for a top courtesan at some brothel.
"why are you laughing?"
Ugh, it's so cold. Oh, it's someone speaking again.
"I'm laughing at how good-looking you are."
After Bai Hui delivered a sharp glare, Qu Linghan dared not speak recklessly again.
They were so busy that they immediately started looking for other things to do.
"Boss, please pack up your travel expenses today, and we'll settle the bill tomorrow."
"OK."
After saying that, Qu Linghan grabbed Bai Hui's clothes and was about to leave, but Bai Hui did not move an inch.
"Let's go, my lord."
Qu Linghan spoke softly, her voice slightly husky.
Bai Hui pointed to the door, "Look at the people outside."
Qu Linghan was somewhat confused, but still looked in the direction Bai Hui was pointing.
"Wow! How come there are so many refugees?"
Qu Linghan's eyes widened.
"You should go back to your residence first and not go out today. I'm going to the palace."
Bai Hui looked at Qu Linghan and said with extreme calmness.
"Okay. I'll be going now."
As soon as he finished speaking, Qu Linghan stepped out the door.
She had only taken one step when she turned her head and looked at Bai Hui pitifully.
"What's wrong?"
Bai Hui was somewhat confused.
"Um, I'm a little scared."
Qu Linghan pointed to the door.
After all, it was the first time Qu Linghan had faced history head-on, and it would be a lie to say he wasn't afraid.
Bai Hui did something, and in the blink of an eye, Qin Hang appeared in front of Qu Linghan.
Wow, that was fast.
Bai Hui ignored Qu Linghan, whose eyes were shining.
"Qin Hang, escort the concubine back to her residence. Later, find me at the palace gate."
Later, Qu Linghan realized that when he said those words, it seemed as if he was sighing.
"good."
Then Qin Hang pointed to the door.
"Please, Madam."
Qu Linghan and Qin Hang walked down the street. She looked at the ragged, disheveled, and filthy madwoman holding a baby by the roadside, and a wave of bitterness rose in her heart.
She initially thought that the boss's claim of the heavy snow blocking the doors was just an excuse to avoid running the business.
Now it seems that she was a bit narrow-minded.
In the face of natural disasters, human life is as worthless as grass.
Qu Linghan walked aimlessly down the street when a commotion suddenly broke out as several vagrants rushed towards the two of them.
"My lord, please give me something to eat."
Despite Qin Hang's protection of Qu Linghan, the sheer number of refugees meant that Qu Linghan was still caught in the vortex.
"Honorable sir, please give us something to eat. My whole family is so hungry they can't move."
"My lord, please give me some food. All my livestock have died, and all my grain has been frozen."
Qu Linghan was somewhat at a loss.
"Please calm down, everyone. I really want to help you, but I didn't bring anything with me today. You can come find me tomorrow..."
Before Qu Linghan could finish speaking, he was about to be tackled to the ground.
"You wicked people! You live off our grain but refuse to give us a way to survive!"
"You wicked person, hit her!!!"
"Liar! Liar!"
The noise surrounded Qu Linghan, but the pain she had imagined did not come.
Qu Linghan cautiously opened her eyes and found herself lying in Pei Wuyang's arms.
In just 0.01 seconds, Qu Linghan quickly got up from his arms.
"Many thanks to the Champion Marquis for saving my daughter. I am deeply grateful."
Pei Wuyang seemed not to notice what Qu Linghan was saying; he loudly directed the throng of refugees in front of him.
"Everyone, please be quiet and listen to me."
"This heavy snowfall was truly unexpected. Although we couldn't avoid it in time, we will do our best to ensure everyone's safety."
"Everyone can collect relief food at the gate of my Pei residence. And..."
He spoke with composure, as if he belonged to a different world.
Pei Wuyang has gentle features, which always give people a sense of security, just like this time.
The voices of the refugees rose again, this time in unison.
"Thank you very much, sir."
Pei Wuyang looked at Qin Hang and said.
"There are so many refugees coming and going, so protect your concubine well."
Then he walked up to Qu Linghan.
“Ling Han, I am only a captain now, not a marquis.”
Qu Linghan nodded awkwardly, "I see, I was being presumptuous."
Qu Linghan always felt that Pei Wuyang looked at her as if he were looking at someone else.
However, she was overwhelmed by fear at the moment and didn't pay much attention to it.
Qu Linghan and Qin Hang did not encounter any difficulties along the way.
It must be Pei Wuyang's people secretly helping him.
Back in the mansion, Qu Linghan strode towards the main room. After a busy day, he really wanted to rest.
Bai Hui disliked being disturbed, so their room had to be accessed by going around the mansion's garden and into the deepest part of the mansion.
Just as Qu Linghan was about to take the path around the garden, he suddenly heard a soft chattering coming from inside the garden.
"I heard that the government office of a prefecture under His Highness the Crown Prince was corrupt, and the heavy snow froze livestock and crops to death. The refugees had nothing to eat and went to the capital."
A maid spoke in a hateful voice.
"Oh no, then our Marquis will suffer again."
His words were tinged with regret.
"Alas, what can be done? Although our Marquis was born into nobility, he was born to a courtesan. His wife died in childbirth, and the master, disgusted with our Marquis, gave him that name. He then committed suicide for love, leaving our Marquis alone in this world."
A voice, tinged with anger, rang out.
"The master had already severed ties with his entire family in order to marry that courtesan. Fortunately, the emperor took pity on the marquis and brought him into the palace to be raised as the crown prince's companion. However, he inevitably had to take beatings for the crown prince."
Then another maid's voice rang out.
"But if you ask me, the Emperor doesn't truly love our Marquis. Back then, the Marquis was only fifteen when he went to the battlefield and earned countless military merits. Now the Marquis is only nineteen, still young and promising. How could he have allowed our Marquis to marry such a concubine from a declining family? I heard her father is just a squad leader..."
A voice filled with regret and dissatisfaction rang out.
"My goodness! He's only a low-ranking official, otherwise he would just be a concubine. I think our Marquis is the best match for Princess Hua Yao."
I think so too!
Both of their voices carried a hint of resentment.
Qu Linghan was also very dissatisfied.
Okay, I'll never listen to the wall again.
Well, now we've gotten ourselves into this mess.
Qu Linghan always thought that her family must be at least a third-rank official, or even a fourth-rank official, to marry someone who was at least a respectable figure in history books.
A lowly official of the ninth rank? No wonder the historical records don't mention Bai Hui's family background.
After listening to the eavesdropping, Qu Linghan walked back to the main house along the path, her mind heavy with worry.
It seems that no matter where you go or when, you still have to rely on yourself.
Qu Linghan took a pen from the table and laid the paper out flat.
Write down your future plans one by one.
First, renovate and manage the current shop properly, and sell some trendy styles that are not commonly found elsewhere.
Second, follow the trends of the times and design related clothing.
Third, recruit partners to expand the clothing stores nationwide.
Fourth, if possible, I would like to start my own brand.
As he wrote, Qu Linghan couldn't help but laugh out loud.
She seemed to already see herself in the future, possessing assets worth hundreds of billions.
…
Putting down his pen, Qu Linghan felt a pang of sadness as he recalled the words the maids had spoken in the garden earlier that day.
"I never imagined that Bai Hui's background was so tragic. No wonder he doesn't like to talk. It turns out that there was never anyone to talk to or play with him."
Lost in thought, Qu Linghan slumped onto the table. Two little figures seemed to pop into his mind.
"But what does it matter to me whether his background is tragic or miserable?"
“You are now his wife, and you two are in the same boat. Whether he is promoted or demoted, it is closely related to your fate.”
“I’m going to become a very wealthy businessman in the future, so I’ll have to leave him sooner or later. Besides, I’m not from this era. I’m going home.”
"But you haven't gone back yet, have you? Besides, do you even know how to get back? Don't forget, you still have to pay interest to that man even if you make money."
The little figures in her mind were arguing more and more intensely, so Qu Linghan shook her head with both hands, trying to make them disappear.
The last ray of light was called back by the sun, and the moon, choosing the perfect moment, cast its bright rays.
The wind picked up again outside. The windows seemed a bit old, with only a few cracks, allowing the wind to carry the moonlight to Qu Linghan's desk.
However, it disappeared in just a moment.
The moon is at its last quarter.
Suddenly, a strong wind picked up outside, foreshadowing an approaching storm.
Swallows flew scurryingly low, while the servants methodically tidied up the yard.
Time seemed to slow down; Qu Linghan hadn't observed the world so carefully in a long time.
Why is that? Is it because Bai Hui isn't here today?
Qu Linghan suddenly felt a little worried. It was already past 7 PM, but Bai Hui still hadn't returned.
After thinking for a while, Qu Linghan decided to go out and ask Qin Hang.
Following the path, Qu Linghan saw the two maids in the garden today, who, as always, called her Concubine.
Qu Linghan paid no attention and continued searching for Qin Hang.
Time passed quickly, and the rain began to fall, but neither Bai Hui nor Qin Hang were at the mansion.
Although Qu Linghan and Bai Hui didn't have a deep relationship, she couldn't help but wander around the mansion, trying to find Bai Hui in some corner.
Suddenly a clap of thunder sounded, and the servant at the door rushed in to report it.
"The Marquis is back!"
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