Li Wenli saw Ah Dao’s expression that said "I don’t believe it, but I’ll pretend I do," and chuckled as he patted his shoulder, "All those from the Bai Family who failed me are dead, why bother about such things?"
Yuwen Jun, wasn’t he just his former rival, now a laughingstock to the whole world because he had been given the North River?
In these chaotic times, the truly clever would never show their faces now—the more popular you are, the faster you die.
This flood of praise, how could it be something good? It was clearly a Death Sentence.
So, what did he have to be sad about?
However, Ah Dao, not understanding Li Wenli’s deeper meaning, was startled by his words. He hesitated and then said, "What if... what if she isn’t dead?"
"What has her life or death to do with me?"
Li Wenli indifferently looked toward the endless North River, "Our engagement has already been dissolved, I’ve sent her to Yuwen Jun, the Li Family’s debt to the Bai Family is repaid; she and I live separate fates without owing each other anything in life or death."
"Besides, compared to everyone’s opinions about Yuwen Jun, I’m more concerned about those unnecessary people queuing up."
Ah Dao was slightly confused, "Isn’t it normal to jostle and join the crowd? Why do you say that, young master?"
"Intuition." Li Wenli narrowed his eyes with an enigmatic expression.
"Tomorrow, go and check out the bridge, and don’t miss any detail. Report back to me."
"Yes." Ah Dao suppressed his doubts and seriously accepted the order.
As night fell, Smiling Face, Old Monk, and Xiao Chan, who had gone out to gather information, all returned, each bringing a bowl of porridge with them.
Ah Dao looked at that bowl of porridge and was at a loss for words.
This was charity food from Yuwen Jun. Deep down, he really didn’t want his master to eat it.
Yet Li Wenli smiled, his eyes curving delightfully, "Ah, it’s been a long time since I had rice porridge. Military rations are indeed excellent! Look at how pure and translucent this precious rice is."
Bai Junjun shared his sentiment.
Rice porridge... The only time she had rice porridge here was when she first met Old Uncle Qiu.
Back then, she was exhausted from using her Special Ability, and Old Uncle Qiu had cooked his last storage of food to nourish her body.
Counting from that day to now, it had been almost a month. Time really flies.
Unlike Li Wenli who could still stay inside the horse carriage enjoying being fed, at this moment, Bai Junjun was in line with her younger sister, following Old Uncle Qiu’s family, waiting for food.
Of course, compared to cooked rice, she would prefer the Official Master to give her raw rice.
If given a handful of raw rice, she could cultivate thousands of mu of good land.
But if she really asked for raw rice, she guessed the Official Master might tie her up.
So even though Bai Junjun had many deep thoughts, she could only seriously queue up and seriously receive her porridge.
All Bai Junjun had in her heart and eyes was this bowl of porridge, but Bai Sasa was different; all around her, people were discussing how kind and generous the Ninth Prince was.
Every time she heard it, she couldn’t help but glance at her elder sister.
Yet no matter how people praised the Ninth Prince, her sister remained indifferent, her eyes starry only at the sight of the porridge distribution shelter.
When they got their porridge and returned to the camp, her sister was even more engrossed in the joy of eating the porridge. As for what the bystanders said, she probably hadn’t heard any of it.
Bai Sasa never thought that the Ninth Prince, whom her sister had dreamed of day and night, would one day be less attractive than a bowl of thin porridge. She felt somewhat emotional about it.
It seemed that her sister had truly resolved to cut off the past. Since that was the case, she would cooperate and decide not to mention the past anymore!
With this decision made, Bai Sasa didn’t mention a word of what she had just heard.