Cen Huan received the news last night and was busy until the second half of the night. Although he was exhausted, for some reason, he couldn't sleep soundly. Drowsy and disoriented, he didn't fall asleep until near dawn.

  "Dad, are you up?" asked Cen Erlang from outside the door.

  As she grew older, it was hard to sleep soundly. Xun Huan immediately opened her eyes and saw a bright room. The tree shadows were as dense as the ink on the window paper. When did it already become high noon?

  "Dad?" Cheng Erlang's voice was a little louder this time.

  "Oh." Cen Huan got out of bed, looked at the empty half of the bed, and sighed twice. The young couple had grown old together, but his partner had left early. Opening the door, he saw his second son waiting by the door, and his mood improved a bit. "Has Mo Ge arrived?"

  "Not yet. But judging from her pace, she should be here soon." Cen Erlang summoned a servant to bring water for his father to wash his face.

  "Hurry up and get everyone on the car, as soon as Mo Ge arrives, we'll set off immediately." Xun Huan took over the towel handed to him by the young servant, covering his entire face with it. The icy well water completely woke him up.

  "Do you need to instruct me again? I've already taken care of everything, that's why I came to call for you. Unless you want to go take another look, in case there's anything that's been overlooked?" Xun Er Lang was very much like Xun Huan, clever and quick-witted.

  "You've already taken care of everything, what's there for me to see? Besides, Mo Ge is here too, and he'll have to check it out as well. After passing through your two pairs of eyes, my old eyes can take a rest." Xie Huan said, furrowing his brow, rubbing his eyes with his hand, and after blinking for a while, his face scrunched up.

  "What's wrong?" Cen Er Lang wondered.

  "My right eye keeps twitching, it's not a good omen." Xun Huan believed this. When it comes to doing business, relying on brains alone is not enough, sometimes you have to rely on intuition.

  "Left eye disaster, right eye wealth. How can it be unlucky? It's obviously very auspicious." Xian Er Lang was taken aback, and immediately turned around to say, "Father, you're worrying too much. We've been following the boss for two years, and we haven't had any accidents so far. Besides, because of this last trip, we specifically found old customers who are absolutely trustworthy."

  "I personally made the list, how could I not know? It's just that - last night didn't sleep too well, had a bad dream, and now my heart is racing. No, wait until Brother Mo comes, I'll talk to her, best to change the departure date." Xie Huan has been running errands since he was young, half luck and half hard work.

  "Dad, don't even mention it. The Dong family's marriage is settled, and the groom's family is the Jing Wang Fu. One is a mouse, one is a cat, can they not quickly wrap up this business? You also said that this business seems to make money easily, but in fact, it's risking our lives, isn't it better to close shop early?"

  Cen Huan stroked his beard, thinking that if Qiu San Niang were to bring this business into her husband's household and the Jing Wang Fu found out, they would have to struggle with whether to prioritize righteousness or family ties. After all, smuggling goods was a crime punishable by beheading. However, he didn't immediately respond to his son, instead backing away with his hands behind him, feeling anxious as he stepped across the threshold. Qiu San Niang's temper was something to be feared, but compared to his son's life and death, he dared to offend even the gods. Fortunately, Qiu San Niang was not one to dwell on things, while Mo Zi was very calm and composed, a trustworthy person. Thinking this, Cen Huan's heart slightly calmed down. He would go see Mo Zi, share his concerns with her, and listen to her thoughts.

  Mozi had already arrived at Wang Qiulou, but before she could find the Cen father and son, she was intercepted halfway.

  "Some of you really don't give up until you're dead. I've told you before, haven't I? The master is a legitimate businessman and has nothing to do with the Taoist priests you're looking for. You've been bothering him for no reason." Looking at the three people in front of her, she cleared her throat somewhat unnaturally under the sharp gaze of Erlang's piercing eyes. Oh dear, oh dear, she had completely forgotten that they were supposed to come over today to get an answer. If only she had known earlier, she should have gone through the back door of Wang Qiulou's garden.

  "Little brother, are you going on a long trip?" Zhong An smiled as he looked at her carrying a peculiar-looking bundle.

  For the third time, this young man's clothes were half old and half new in a dull blue color. He thought that a trusted servant would dress more neatly than ordinary servants, unless he didn't want to attract attention on purpose. His speech and mannerisms were clear, wise, and composed, with good breeding, like a scholar who had read the classics. Could such a person really be smuggling goods? He glanced at Erlang, wondering what evidence this man had beside him. But Erlang's eyes were always sharp as an eagle's, rarely missing anything, and he couldn't help but believe him.

  But what's strange is that when he puts the unrefined Mo Ge and Er Lang together, he actually feels a sense of equality. If Shi Lei knew about this, he'd probably curse his mother. The proud young master and the commoner are evenly matched, isn't that a misperception?

  "Little brother..." didn't respond when he saw him, so Zhong An asked again.

  Mei Zi hesitated for a moment.

  "Where are you going?"

  Not only did he feel at ease, but even Shi Ke, that rough and boorish man, cast a surprised glance over. Although they had met this young fellow several times before, they were still strangers who hadn't exchanged introductions. Asking someone where they were going so directly was quite abrupt.

  "Where am I going, why should I tell you?" As expected, Mozi sneered with a "who are you anyway".

  "You won't say that you're smuggling goods?" Er Lang seemed to not notice the surprise of the two people beside him, and also ignored their sarcasm, as if he was talking to himself.

  "On the orders of Master Dong... " Where are you going? Mozi casually replied, "To Yunzhou to collect accounts and goods."

  "Where did you go to collect the bill and which family did you find to stock up?" Er Lang, however, didn't easily believe her, his mouth slightly curled up, the prey had already fallen into the trap.

  "Go..." Mei Zi suddenly narrowed his eyes, "You ask so many questions, but even if I tell you, what can you do?"

  "That's easy, I have connections in Yunzhou, I'll ask the person you mentioned if you really went to collect debts and receive goods." Lying was fine with others, but it was hard with him.

  "......" Mu Zi's face was cold and stern. How could this person be so troublesome? Did he think that just because he said he would investigate, she would be afraid?

  "Name." The man was serious.

  "...", Mu Zi glared at him viciously. He wanted to investigate? Then she would create a long list for him to slowly investigate!

  "Before fabricating lies, it's best to think this through - you can run away from the temple, but the abbot can't. Even if you manage to escape, your master won't be able to." Thud-thud-thud, the man's fingers tapped against the edge of the table, with no one dominating the conversation in his palm.

  That hand is very large and powerful. It's not a hand for holding a pen, but a hand for holding a sword.

  Her master? Can't Jiu San Niang escape? Although she was momentarily careless and let him force her into a corner, taking Jiu San Niang hostage to threaten her was a huge mistake. Perhaps for Bai He and the others, it's even more troublesome. The idea of smuggling goods was Jiu San Niang's, since she dared to do it, naturally she should dare to take responsibility.

  "You overestimate me. Before being loyal, shouldn't I take care of myself first?" Mozi's face twisted to one side, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

  "You're right. You promised to help me, and these two hundred taels of silver will go into your pocket, not your master's. I only need a location or a name, it's that simple." Er Lang suddenly smiled.

  The prey fell into the trap.

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  Today is my good friend's wedding day, so I'm uploading this early.

  Wishing everyone happiness and joy!