C22 (1/2)

It was late in the night, and there was still a long way to the yamen from here. Without much impoliteness, he only said coldly: ”Manager Ling, it's getting late, I don't dare to keep you waiting.”

Ling Chaofeng understood and patiently took Xiaowan's hands away, ”No need to worry, I will be back soon. There will be a death in the shop, so there must be an explanation.”

”But …” Xiaowan's eyes trembled, anxious until they were red.

”Follow Aunt Zhang and wait for me at home.” He smiled and turned to walk out the door.

”Zephyr!” Watching her husband disappear into the night, Xiaowan's heart felt as if it had been dug out.

Although his back was facing Xiaowan, he smiled. This was the first time he had heard a Xiaowan call out his name.

”Xiao'er, don't be afraid. The manager will be back soon.” Aunt Zhang followed up, hugging her and advised, ”I'll send you back to your house.”

”Aunt …” Xiaowan choked with sobs. She was about to cry, but when she turned to see the merchants pointing at them in groups of three or five, she unconsciously straightened her back. She did not want to cry to them.

The one who died was number two, and there was also a third master who stayed here. When the Xiaowan followed the Aunt Zhang upstairs, Master Feng was sitting at the table of the Eight Immortals on the stairs, and the Xiaowan could faintly hear him chanting, ”It's good that you died.”

Aunt Zhang also heard it, the two of them looked at each other without making a sound, and quickly went upstairs.

Second Master Feng's corpse had already been sent to the yamen. The coroner would examine the coroner to determine the cause of death. Only after the murderer was found would the corpse be returned to the yamen. But this did not seem to be important, what was important was that the priceless goods of the caravan were still in the cellar of the inn, so most people stayed here, not to wait for the result of the yamen, but to guard their goods.

Since they were here, they would have to wait on them to eat and drink. Naturally, they would receive the money to stay in the inn. After some jingling downstairs, the waiters of the caravan finally ate and went back to their rooms.

Xiaowan sat in front of the window while leaning on the windowsill. Her sister-in-law had told her to not go downstairs again, that she would clean up after dawn, but once the sun rose tomorrow, would Ling Chaofeng be able to come back?

It had only been a few days, a few good days had passed and he had already gone from Mrs. Sun to Second Master Feng.

”Hubby.” Xiaowan could not help but choke.

If the heavens wanted to take Ling Chaofeng away from her, it would be better not to give it to her in the beginning. If he were to let her return to her previous life, it was not because he couldn't take the hardships, but it would be because he completely understood that there was no hope in her current life.

As the moonlight shone in, Xiaowan raised her eyes.

It was from this window that she first saw his husband. Although he was scared out of his wits at that time, when she thought back to it, she only remembered that he was majestic and that Ling Chaofeng had surpassed her imagination about his future husband.

One day, a relative of hers came over and said that she had been slapped in the face and that it would be hard for her to get married in the future if she were to be disgraced. Even if she sold herself to someone else, it would still be worth more than being ugly. Thus, if the stepmother continued to hit her, she would not hit her face. The more she grew, the more beautiful she became, and she became the most beautiful little beauty in Qingling Village.

Unfortunately, her life was too tough, and her stepmother was too shrewd. The people from the same village did not dare to take her.

Actually, it wasn't that it was hard for her to marry, nor was it that no one really wanted her. It was just that the stepmother wanted to use her face to earn more money.

Now that he had met Ling Chaofeng, even Xiaowan did not know if she was lucky, or his stepmother was lucky. Now that things had developed this way, if Ling Chaofeng were to go to jail, no matter how much suffering she had to endure, he would have to wait for his husband to come out.