The woman turned around, and her face was strikingly identical to Chen Xuanrong's.
She was completely bewildered, having no idea why this strange man knew her.
Seeing this, Lin Qingyu had someone take her back to her residence, where she tidied herself up before finally finding out what had happened.
But he soon discovered something unusual.
The woman in front of me looks exactly like Chen Xuanrong, except for the beauty mark under her eye.
However, she was unable to speak.
Secondly, Jiang Shilin and his group's destination was Licheng. Now, two or three months have passed, so why is Chen Xuanrong, who was traveling with them, mixed up in the refugee army? And why has she ended up like this?
Lin Qingyu asked a question, and the woman answered on the paper.
The woman in front of me, who also called herself Chen Xuanrong, had a very elegant demeanor, even though she was dressed in rags and had unkempt hair.
The words on the paper were also measured and appropriate, demonstrating a wealth of etiquette, upbringing, and knowledge that he could never match when he first met Chen Xuanrong.
After asking around, Lin Qingyu felt as if she had discovered a huge secret.
Whether it was Lin Qingyu's imagination or not, he always felt that the woman in front of him was hiding something and had not completely let her guard down.
Even so, he was probably certain of one thing.
“Since you are heading to Licheng, I will help you out. I have an old friend in Licheng. If you go there, you can go and see her first.”
"As for what you will do next, I, Lin, have thought it over and I still advise you to think twice before you act. My old friend Lin is very reliable. You can ask her for help if you need anything."
The woman was stunned for a moment, but she quickly realized that the man in front of her probably knew her secret, otherwise he wouldn't have given her such advice as to think twice before acting.
Having fled all the way to Licheng, is he really going to do nothing? How could he be content with that?
The woman fell into deep thought for a moment.
Lin Qingyu said, "If you come prepared, you won't be on the defensive. After all, whether it's real or fake, a fake can't become real. Do you understand?"
The woman nodded blankly and wrote on the paper: "I understand. Thank you for your reminder, young master. I would still like to trouble you to write a letter to my old friend so that I can take it with me to prove my identity."
After reading it, Lin Qingyu replied, "Of course, please wait a moment, I will write it for you right away."
A moment later, Lin Qingyu handed her a letter with the words "To be opened by Ning Yao" on the cover.
The woman saw it all and remembered it well.
Ning Yao!
After resting for two days in Nanjiang City, Lin Qingyu let her choose between a carriage and horses.
The woman chose a horse and even wrote a contract.
Everything she took today was only temporarily borrowed, and she will repay it a hundredfold in the future!
Lin Qingyu smiled and didn't take it seriously, but the woman's expression was so determined that she insisted that he accept it, so he took it with both hands.
The woman clasped her hands in farewell to him, and Lin Qingyu replied, "Take care on your journey!"
Lin Qinglan nestled beside her brother, watching the woman's retreating figure with a hint of envy, and then asked, "Did you send her to find Sister Yao, brother?"
Lin Qingyu knew what she was thinking: "Yes, this young lady has encountered some trouble. I think Miss Ning should have a way to help her."
Lin Qinglan said, "Brother, I miss Sister Yao too."
Lin Qingyu patted her head: "No rush. When she sends us a message, your brother will take you to see her. Going now would only cause her trouble."
Lin Qinglan brushed his hand away with displeasure, tilted her head back and said, "If I want to go, it will only cause trouble. Then, brother, isn't it also causing trouble if you let her go to Sister Yao?"
Lin Qingyu was speechless, staring at her younger sister with an embarrassed expression.
"You stinky brother, I'm not playing with you anymore!"
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Licheng.
After Chen Xuanrong knelt down and apologized in public, Ning Yao decided not to pursue the matter any further.
Today's incident has really hurt her pride, and she'll probably stay quiet for a while.
Zhou Yan looked at Ning Yao with complicated emotions, then at Yun Xiangnanshan beside him.
"Gentlemen, I am so sorry. I spoke without thinking today, causing your sister to suffer an injustice. If you don't mind, I would like to invite you to my home for a chat and a simple meal. Consider it my way of apologizing to your sister."
Ning Yao raised an eyebrow and asked Yun Xiang Nanshan what she thought, to which the other party nodded in agreement.
She wanted to know more about that Taoist priest, and whether he was indeed Chen Sheng.
Ning Yao shared the same thought: "Then I'll trouble you, Brother Zhou. My surname is Yun."
Zhou Yan casually put his arm around Ning Yao's shoulder: "Brother Yun!"
Ning Yao twitched her lips. Oh well, what can she do when she's shorter than everyone else?
"Let's go to the street corner and see what's going on. You and Miss Yun can come back to the manor with me for lunch later."
Ning Yao said, "I will follow Brother Zhou's arrangements!"
A large crowd had already gathered at the entrance of West Street, but fortunately Zhou Yan was a shameless person.
Grabbing Ning Yao's arm, he squeezed his way in while calling out, "Hey, auntie, excuse me, excuse me!"
"Uncle, move your foot! You're blocking my way!"
"Hey young man, why are you pushing? You're stepping on the old man's foot!"
"Hey, I told you to pull your leg back! You've stretched your leg out so far, if I don't step on you, someone else will!"
"Hey, young man, how can you talk like that!"
...
Ning Yao held Yun Xiangnan's hand tightly from behind him, afraid that she would get lost.
Soon, thanks to Zhou Yan's shamelessness, the three of them managed to squeeze to the front.
There were quite a few people trying to push their way forward, so Zhou Yan and his two companions weren't the most eye-catching.
Squeezing to the front, Ning Yao saw a person dressed as a Taoist priest sitting behind a table. On the table were writing brushes, ink, talismans, cinnabar, a whisk, and a peach wood sword. A banner stood beside him.
The equipment was complete and looked quite professional.
An old woman was sitting at the table, and a woman stood beside her, covering her face with a look of shame and indignation.
The old woman scolded, "You barren hen! Quickly let a master examine you. If you can't produce another son, I'll make my son divorce you!"
Zhou Yan watched with great interest: "This old woman is looking for this Taoist priest to cure her daughter-in-law's infertility! But why doesn't she go to a clinic and instead comes to a Taoist priest?"
Ning Yao said, "Perhaps the clinic was out of options, and the old lady was just desperate and trying anything. But how can a woman's infertility be entirely blamed on her?"
Zhou Yan looked at her in surprise: "Are you going to blame the man?"
"Nothing is absolute, what if?"
As they were talking, the Taoist priest had already prepared a pot of yellow talisman water for the old woman and her daughter-in-law to drink, saying it could cure infertility.
Without saying a word, the old woman happily poured the yellow talisman water down her daughter-in-law's throat.
Seemingly used to accepting whatever comes her way, the daughter-in-law hesitated for only a moment before drinking the yellow talisman water.
The old woman was very satisfied, so she took out some money, thanked the Taoist priest, and left with her daughter-in-law.
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