Taking advantage of Qiū Sān Niáng being engaged in conversation with Fourth Granny, Xiǎo Yī forced Lǜ Jú to go to the front of Third Madame's carriage and said she wanted to sit together with Mò Zǐ.

  Mozzi glanced at the spacious and comfortable horse-drawn carriage in front of him, shrugged his shoulders, and didn't ask much.

  Xiao Yi was having fun, learning from Mo Zi, and shrugged her shoulders, without saying much.

  Zhang didn't come to see him off. Since she didn't come, Zhuang San Niang also didn't expect it. Fourth Granny came and said that Zhang's body wasn't feeling well, so she let herself come in her place to see him off. Zhuang San Niang didn't believe it either.

  After that night, the contradictions between Qiu San Niang and Zhang Shi were already apparent, and neither of the two women had any intention of making amends. This was a game where either you win or I win, no need to pretend anymore, no need to deceive each other.

  For this trip to Ci Nian An, Mozi knew that Qiu San Niang was a bit reluctant, although she had thought it through and truly wanted to go seek peace for her father. Seeing Wei Shi was just an added bonus. However, when she saw the occasional smile from Fourth Madam, she suddenly felt a strong determination to fight back. But she didn't understand why she had this feeling, as if her body had a natural instinct to be on guard against danger and it seemed like thorns were growing out of her spine.

  Fourth Granny pulled on Qiu San Niang's hand, chatting incessantly. The wind carried to Mo Zi's ear was a reminder to Qiu San Niang that when she went out, she should take care of her body, and if she lacked anything, she could just ask Fourth Granny, who would send someone over with it. She treated her like an older sister, not a younger sister-in-law.

  Mozi could hear it, and Qiu Sanniang could also hear it. She raised an eyebrow, only thanked the box of snow lotus seeds, didn't thank anything else, and said she was leaving.

  This is Qiu Sanniang's proud character, she would rather deal with treacherous merchants than engage in petty actions with women. In her words, what's the benefit of winning a few times with just lip service? Can it bring silver into her pocket, or make people love her more?

  Fourth Granny still smiled warmly and personally helped Zhuo San Niang into her sedan chair.

  "Third young lady, fourth madam." An old woman brought a group of maids and servants, "The mistress said that Third Young Lady's filial piety this time has moved heaven, Master's illness will definitely recover. She also said that there are too few people serving Third Young Lady, so she asked me to select some skilled ones to bring over for her use."

  The purple sedan chair straightened up against the carriage shaft. Why didn't you send it earlier, and now that we're about to leave, you're sending it? They originally had four carriages. The front and back were guards and luggage, while the middle was Qiu San Niang and the maids. She roughly counted, there were five or six little maids, five or six servant women, and two old ladies. How could they be accommodated? Even if they could be accommodated, most likely they would serve as Zhang Shi's ears and eyes, not necessarily listening to Qiu San Niang's orders.

  "Please tell my mother that I appreciate her kind intentions. However, this time I will fulfill my filial duties in a Buddhist temple. The atmosphere is serene and not suitable for disturbance or noise that may affect others' meditation. Although there are fewer servants by my side, they have been serving me since childhood, and one of them can do the work of four or five people, they are very capable."

  "This... Miss Qianjin's body, only bringing four maidservants, how can that be?" Anpo was intimidated by the sharp gaze of Zhuo San Niang, but also feared that she couldn't explain it to Zhang Shi.

  "I said no, so it's settled. There are only four carriages that can be mobilized, and people and things are already crowded enough. Do I have to go with seven or eight maidservants too?" After finishing speaking, Qiu San Niang ignored her and bent down to enter behind the blue cloth curtain.

  Almost at the same time, a lazy voice said "Let's go" from inside, and the sharp-eared coachman began to shout loudly. The four carriages followed one after another, rumbling and rattling, and soon turned out of the alley.

  Fourth Granny cast a glance at An Baozi, took in her woebegone appearance with its downturned eyebrows and said, "Can impatience accomplish anything good?"

  Auntie Wang cried with a sad face, "It was the mistress's temporary order, I was so flustered just picking people that I didn't think about not having enough carriages. Fourth Madam, these past few days the mistress has been in a bad mood, please help me speak some kind words to her. Otherwise, I'll arrange for another carriage and hurry after them?"

  "What's the use of arranging again at this time? Third daughter has already gone inside, just need to tell the girls that there is no more room to stay, and they can be sent back. Never mind, it's not all your fault, who would have thought it was so urgent? I'll help you talk to the lady." Fourth aunt actually thinks it's because the mother-in-law didn't think ahead.

  A group of people closed the gate and went to the main hall.

  They often go out together, so it's nothing unusual for them to peek through the curtains and see Mozi and Xiaoyi in a carriage, sometimes talking and sometimes not.

  It's quite interesting when you listen carefully.

  "Little clothes, is the girl afraid I'll run away?" So let this highly skilled person follow her?

  "Uh-huh." He was being honest.

  "Why should I run? Why wait until today?"

  "Before, you didn't get beaten." Even if she got beaten, she would still run away.

  "Oh." So that's how it is.

  "Uh-huh." That's right.

  "Don't worry, I've run away, and now I'm an illegal immigrant." Won't be running for the time being.

  "...". This person didn't understand.

  Let's change the subject then.

  "Thirsty or not?" Showing concern, he took out a small package from the large bundle behind him.

  "There is something." Opened his eyes wide, in the bundle there were three small wooden "stakes" upside down, big belly, thin neck.

  "What would you like to drink? Water? Sweet soup? Or wine?" The slender white finger pointed one by one.

  "Wine... you just leave it like that, won't it spill out?" The eyes rolled around with the three small corks, unable to find the stopper, probably because of the lid.

  "It won't if you tighten it." He twisted it counterclockwise a few times, and the bottle cap came loose. He poured a small amount of wine into the cup.

  "What is this thing?" He took over the wine cup, but stared at the cork, smacking his lips.

  "Just give one cup, lest the girl smells the wine." Without answering, he first took care of it, his hand twisted the stopper a few times, and the wine bottle was poured down without a single drop leaking.

  "It's better than Bisu." It was sweet rice wine, but she wasn't picky as long as it was liquor.

  "This is called a bottle cap." Application of modern knowledge.

  That's pretty good.

  It's hard to repay kindness from others.

  "It's better to seal with a bottle cap than to use an ordinary plug for preservation." This is where the trouble starts.

  "And nothing will leak." He took the bottle in his hand and shook it hard.

  "If you like it, I can give it to you." Laid out the bait.

  "Then take me." Giving in to temptation.

  "Afterwards, no young lady ordered me, but I want to climb over the high wall——?" Came.

  "I'll help you once or twice." Loyalty can be shown, but I'm only willing to give you two chances.

  "It's settled then." She was neither greedy nor impatient.

  "... fell into the pit and pondered the principle of bottle caps."

  Nothing more to say along the way.

  Those who are in a hurry to catch the bus say they have arrived, those with high martial arts skills jump off the bus, and those without martial arts skills get off the bus.

  Green hills and clear water suddenly burst into view. The large trees that block the sky, with branches and leaves stretching out in all directions, have blue moss growing on their roots. Beside the temple, a small stream flows down from the top of the mountain, gurgling and chattering, its crystal-clear waters revealing fish swimming within. Small flowers of unknown name, pink and yellow, bloom together in profusion, vibrant and intense. Just a short distance away is the bustling marketplace that has sprung up around this temple, yet it seems to be separated from here by an invisible veil, leaving this place serene and secluded.

  "Wishing to dwell with you in a land of mountains and rivers, picking flowers in the morning, singing at dawn, listening to the evening bell..."

  Who is it? Who is it? How sorrowful to speak in her mind like that.

  Mei Zi hugged her head, half-kneeling down, and groaned in pain.