Yang Xiao’an died in prison, and by the time the news was delivered, it had been two days. It was not cold in Funan in August, so afraid that the body would decompose in the prison, they burned it the day after he died.
When the news reached Ms. Ye, she was given an urn of ashes.
Ms. Ye looked at the urn of ashes with tears in her eyes, not knowing what to do. There was no one to turn to for help because her family would not deal with her after Old Lady Hua’s incident.
It was at this time that Yang Aoshuang came to find them and said those words, prompting Ms. Ye to sue Yang Chuxia.
But in the end, the lawsuit failed, and it turned out to be their fault. The so-called Dean was just a hypocrite. Their daughter had killed the family’s head, yet they were asked to retract the lawsuit, and were given just a few taels of silver - not enough to do anything with.
The more Ms. Ye thought about it, the angrier and more depressed she became. But there was nothing she could do.
Looking at her family’s situation, the house belonged to Burly Lu, and so did the land. Although they had returned to the village, the villagers refused to acknowledge them. After this incident, there would be even fewer people willing to have anything to do with them.
Not to mention, after Yang Xiao’an died, only a few people came to see them, whereas for Yang Chuxia, all she had to do was visit the officials’ office to have so many people come to see her.
Ms. Ye sighed helplessly, "Chun’er, Qingwen, in the future, remember to avoid that family whenever you see them. As for your father’s affairs, we won’t be involved anymore. We can’t handle it, so let’s just live our lives."
"Mother!" Yang Qingwen was very unwilling.
"Qingwen, don’t follow in your father’s footsteps - in the end, he brought himself down."
Ms. Ye advised again. Yang Qingwen remained silent, while Yang Lichun looked up at the sky.
Ms. Ye was helpless and frustrated by their attitudes, her heart shattered with worry.
At Yang Chuxia’s house.
"Old Mu" some Xia was eating a big pear, saying, "Didn’t you feel bad about always having nothing to do at my house and eating my food? Now that my shop in the county is ready, it’s just waiting to open. Why not work as the shopkeeper for me?"
Upon hearing this, Old Mu hurriedly shook his head, "You can let me be your protector, but let’s forget about being a shopkeeper." Old Mu muttered to himself, thinking that if something were to happen, he’d probably start throwing punches.
"Don’t worry, Old Mu, you won’t be the only one in the shop. There will also be other workers!" Yang Chuxia said, "We’re not familiar with the county, what if someone comes to make trouble? With you there, we’ll surely be able to keep things under control."
"So you want me to be your bodyguard?" Old Mu glared at her after hearing her words.
But when she looked back at Old Mu, she was clearly stunned - his facial features were really quite handsome and versatile, looking a bit like everyone.
"Old Mu, just tell me if you’ll do it or not?"
Old Mu muttered to himself again before finally saying, "Can I say no? Just tell me when you’re opening, and I’ll go when you need me."
"We’ll open at the end of the month, and you can start transporting the goods to the county now."
"Alright, I’ll go do it right now!" Old Mu was a man of action, and as soon as he got the order, he immediately took his leave to get things done.
After Old Mu left, Yang Chuxia also began making preparations. She first checked her sleeve-arrows, then confirmed that the sleeping potions prepared by Uncle Cai were ready, and finally put them all in her purse.
When the night was silent, she quietly slipped out of the house, riding a horse that had been prepared earlier, and galloped away.