Xiao Zhu took the basin to clean up, thinking that the young master had suffered too much. Once the young lady came in, there would be no need to suffer like this anymore.
Jiang Sheng packed up his things, had a simple breakfast, and prepared to say goodbye with his things on his back. As soon as he walked out of the yard, he saw someone slowly approaching.
He smiled and waved, "Good morning, Lord Lin. I didn't expect you to come. I was thinking of saying goodbye to you. I'm leaving Qiandeng Town today and going on a journey elsewhere."
Lin Chenghe's serious face now showed a hint of smile, and he no longer looked so depressed and dull.
"Well, it's great that Brother Jiang is going to travel. I've thought about it many times before, inviting three or five friends to go out and have a look. Unfortunately, after becoming an official, there are countless things to do every day."
"Where is the time to go out and play? If you encounter something interesting in the future, could you please send me a letter?"
Jiang Sheng readily agreed: "Okay, if Master Lin doesn't mind, then we can be close friends from now on. I'll write down anything interesting I encounter, and we can exchange letters."
Lin Chenghe couldn't help but laugh: "Okay, then it's settled. I'll personally escort you out of the city."
"Thank you very much."
"Brother Jiang, you're welcome."
Several horses galloped out of the city, and after they had gone ten miles, Jiang Sheng stopped his horse and looked at him: "Brother Lin, there's no need to see me off any longer. We'll meet again someday if we're lucky."
Lin Chenghe smiled and nodded. As he watched them walk further and further away, his eyes became red. He took a deep breath, turned around and headed back to the city.
Inside the Qianweiju box
Song Yuan sat by the window and waited quietly, her eyes fixed on the street outside, afraid that she would miss that person.
She arrived at dawn and naturally saw the horses leaving the city. She saw the familiar figure and thought that the person must be busy and wondered if he would come to the appointment.
Qiuju glanced at the sun outside and said with some worry: "Miss, you have been waiting for so long, maybe Master Lin will not come."
Song Yuan shook her head, speaking with some certainty: "No, he promised me that he would come, so he will definitely come. He is not the kind of person who goes back on his word."
Realizing that he had spoken too confidently, he whispered, "If...if he really didn't come, then he must have something important to do, otherwise he wouldn't not come."
"Well, let's wait a little longer."
Qiu Ju stood aside and whispered, "Miss, last night I overheard that the Second Miss seemed to be interested in Master Lin and even went to ask the Master for his blessing."
Song Yuan tightened her grip on the cup and feigned indifference, saying, "I know. Dad won't agree. Even if Master Lin wants to get married, he won't look for a concubine's daughter. Never."
"Otherwise, Madam Lin wouldn't have only invited her legitimate daughter to the mansion at the last flower viewing banquet. She must have had her own considerations."
"Alas, but the master has always been partial to the second young lady. The concubine's daughter has a better life than the legitimate daughter. If I really propose a marriage, I wonder if Master Lin will agree."
Just as he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door.
Song Yuan's eyes lit up, and she stood up nervously: "Here he comes, it must be Lord Lin. I...I'll go open the door."
Qiu Ju saw that the young lady was distracted and quickly reached out to look at her: "Young lady, let me go. You are the eldest daughter of the Song family. Don't lose your composure in front of a man."
"I think Lord Lin is a strict person. If you go to open the door, I'm afraid it will make it easier to lose his favor."
"That's right, then go open the door quickly."
Song Yuan looked towards the door nervously.
Qiuju opened the door and saw the man standing there. She bowed and said, "This servant greets Master Lin. Please come this way. My young lady is waiting."
Lin Chenghe nodded and walked into the house with Xiaozhu behind him.
The two looked at each other, and soon Song Yuan looked away, lowered her head and said softly: "Master Lin, please come this way. I don't know what you like to eat. Would you like to have some?"
"Well, I'm fine with it. Miss Song, just keep an eye on it."
"...Okay, I'll have some."
Soon the dishes arrived. Song Yuan looked at the aloof and quiet man and tentatively tried to find a topic to talk about: "Sir, have you heard about the good deeds in Beihuang?"
Lin Chenghe became interested when she mentioned this. "I've heard that a large number of people were displaced by floods in their fiefdoms, and the imperial court... also encouraged the refugees to come to the Northern Wilderness to farm."
It is called farming, but it is just a move to get rid of the burden and throw the problem directly to Lord Jiang. If it succeeds, it will be the credit of the court. If it fails, the riot will be blamed on Lord Jiang.
"Well, after hearing this, I think this is a good idea. There are fewer people and more land in the Northern Wilderness. If I come to the Northern Wilderness, it will be a bit hard, but I will have no problem surviving."
Song Yuan whispered, "My Song family builds ships and often travels far and wide. Naturally, we've heard about what happened in the Northern Wilderness. We've properly resettled those refugees after they went there."
"We didn't expel them or kill them. I actually think that sending refugees to the Northern Wasteland is a good deed. With so many people, the Northern Wasteland will be in a bit of trouble temporarily, but we'll accumulate some of that in the next two to three years."
"There will definitely be plenty of food. It's a good thing to have a stable life like this. It's better than having to worry about floods and plagues every year in a fiefdom."
Lin Chenghe agreed, "What the young lady said makes sense. Nothing is absolutely good or bad. It just depends on whether you are good or bad. It is indeed not a bad thing for the people of Linyi."
"As for Lord Jiang, the pressure is the greatest. With so many refugees, we need to keep paying them money in the early stages. If we're not careful, they'll riot."
The two chatted casually, and Lin Chenghe looked at her with a little more warmth in his eyes. Such a girl with a clear mind really didn't look like a merchant's daughter.
He had no expectations of getting married, but if there was someone he could talk to and she could say a few words, that would be great.
Thinking of this, Lin Chenghe was too lazy to beat around the bush.
Since you are interested, just say it frankly. If you miss this one, it will be very difficult to find the next girl with a good family background, good looks, good personality, talent and insight.
Seeing that he didn't say anything, Song Yuan thought she had said something wrong and became more and more nervous.
Daddy said that women should not participate in politics, and should just focus on playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and be able to take care of husbands and children in the future. But she has never been interested in these things, and always felt that she could change the way she lives.
The two of them were thinking about their own things and no one spoke for a while.
After a long while, Lin Chenghe finally spoke, his eyes firm: "Miss Song, I wonder if you are engaged."
Hearing this, Song Yuan's mind went blank, her eyelashes trembled, and her eyes were full of disbelief.
What does this mean? Is he asking this because he has feelings for her? No, no, they have only met three times, how could he have feelings for her? But if he doesn't have feelings for her, why would he ask?
Seeing that the other party didn't say anything, Lin Chenghe realized that he was too straightforward and was afraid that he had scared the person. Looking at this, he looked no different from a frightened little white rabbit.
He apologized in a low voice: "I'm sorry, I was too reckless. I hope Miss Song will forgive me."
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