Qing Li had disappeared since the day she took the money, and Ye Jiu had no idea where she went. If it weren’t for Qingyue still being by her side, Ye Jiu would have suspected that she had been conned out of her silver!
Qingyue had taken Ye Jiu’s medicine and her wounds healed quickly. Although she still couldn’t function like a normal person, she was already able to take care of herself independently.
Ye Jiu had a total of three carriages on her side, one loaded with various items to take home, one for herself, and one for Qingyue—after all, the wounded required careful treatment.
As for the others, they were all equipped with horses.
This time, escorting supplies along the road, one could imagine the journey would not be fast, so their riding in carriages would not delay the trip.
All of those with Sikong Mo were clad in armor, each one carrying swords and appearing fiercely chilling, giving off an oppressive aura everywhere.
Thus, Ye Jiu’s carriage followed behind, and her accompanying people also stayed quietly behind, not uttering a single word.
While leaving the city, Ye Jiu lifted the carriage curtain to look back.
The War King had not arrived yet, but she had to set off.
Ye Jiu felt no disappointment in her heart, because this was just right; she would not have to endure a farewell.
Ye Bai was circling in the sky, attracting the gaze of many, whereas Ye Hei had been left in the capital city by Ye Jiu for sending messages to Ye Wenzheng.
After all, the speed of these two eagles was far superior to ordinary carrier pigeons. With the capital city being a thousand miles away from Shuangxi Town, even at top speed, a letter would take half a month, which was simply too time-consuming.
Ye Jiu had tested the speeds of Ye Bai and Ye Hei, which were several times faster than ordinary carrier pigeons. Using them to send messages could take only five or six days at most.
However, their safety was a great concern for Ye Jiu. Fortunately, both eagles were also decent fighters and should not be easily captured by anyone.
When the War King rushed to the city gate after leaving the court session, he heard that the army led by the War King for the escort had left a long while ago.
Thus, the War King’s thought of chasing after them on horseback was dismissed.
Yet, the fact that he hadn’t managed to see Ye Jiu off left him somewhat disappointed.
It was all Wang Zhengdong’s fault, babbling all morning about the Ministry of Revenue being pillaged.
Nonsense, Sikong Mo took those silvers, and the Liu Family provided half of it. Could it be that the grand national treasury was poorer than the Liu Family?
Overwhelmed with urgency, the War King retorted, "If Lord Wang cannot manage the Ministry of Revenue well, it might be better to hand it over to someone else, lest our great country of Dongyue find itself unable to produce even the food and grass for its soldiers."
In an instant, Wang Zhengdong was left red-faced and out of words by the rebuke.
The War King really had no patience for this old geezer.
Now that the second prince had been discarded, he should have been keeping a low profile instead of prancing around!
By the time he returned to the War King’s Residence, his face was still sour, as if he had eaten two kilograms of dung.
The servants were all utterly submissive, none daring to provoke him.
It was only at lunchtime that the Princess Consort of the War King’s Residence heard about the matter.
Out of concern, the Princess Consort ordered extra drinks and dishes to be prepared and personally brought them to the War King.
At the lunch table, the Princess Consort personally poured wine and said, "I heard from the servants that the Prince is not in a good mood today. I wonder, could you share what is troubling you?"
The nanny was right; her most important task now was not to think about how to reclaim her child, but to first please the Prince and win back his favor.