sjar Chapter 417 Sending a Letter
Chapter 417 Sending a Letter
Pei Huaijin immediately refused: "No."
They must not attract attention along the way. If Song Ang were alone, it would be fine to resolve the situation.
But he still had more than twenty bodyguards behind him, unless he killed them all without leaving any survivors.
However, if that happens, the employer will also investigate the matter, which will eventually cause a stir and Shen Fuhan will find out sooner or later.
It's really not worth doing all this trivial stuff just for one follow-up.
Uncle Liang asked, "Are we just going to let it go like this? We don't even know anything about that person. What if..."
Pei Huaijin pondered for a moment and said, "Send a few people to keep an eye on Song Ang. If he continues to follow us, we'll deal with them in a few days."
He paused for a moment, then added, "Also, investigate the Song family of Yizhou carefully; I feel like I've heard of them somewhere before."
Uncle Liang responded with a "yes," and Pei Huaijin retreated into the carriage, his gentle smile returning to his face.
"What did Yue'er just say? Does she want to stay at the inn indefinitely?"
Wen Jiayue nodded, clutching the hem of her clothes: "I don't want to sleep in the open, it's cold and scary."
She wanted to know just how much Pei Huaijin would indulge her.
“Not for now,” Pei Huaijin said gently. “Once we get to Yangzhou, I will let you live in a larger mansion. You won’t have to live in the open and have to live in fear.”
Wen Jiayue pursed her lips and remained silent.
Seeing that she was ignoring him, Pei Huaijin had no choice but to back down: "How about we stay at the inn tonight and spend the night outdoors tomorrow?"
Wen Jiayue said with a straight face, "The snow won't melt tomorrow."
Pei Huaijin said, "Of course I can't bear to see you go hungry and cold, but I have my own difficulties. Can't Yue'er understand me even a little bit?"
Wen Jiayue remained silent. She was considerate of Pei Huaijin, but who was considerate of her?
With the Princess on the verge of being overthrown, and her relationship with Shen Fuhan about to become real, and with everyone she cared about living peacefully and happily, her mind was filled with wonderful dreams for the future.
Little did she know that the greatest danger of her life would not be the princess, but the boy next door who had been with her since childhood.
Having suffered this calamity for no reason, who can she turn to for justice?
Six or seven days have passed since she was kidnapped, and she hasn't even dared to cry, dared not think of Shen Fuhan, and dared not think of Zhaozhao. She keeps telling herself to stay calm.
But now Pei Huaijin is telling her that she has to be understanding of him.
Wen Jiayue suppressed the urge to slap him across the face, her hands clenched into fists.
On another road, Song Ang returned to his wife's side.
When Rongniang saw him, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Where did you go just now?"
“I didn’t go anywhere,” Song Ang said, touching his nose. “I already said I just needed to pee.”
Rongniang glanced at him: "Does it take this long to pee?"
"I suddenly had diarrhea, and I couldn't hold it in..."
Seeing Rongniang's glare, Song Ang had no choice but to confess honestly: "I went to Young Master Zhao's place to see that girl's face again."
"You're really bored!" Rongniang poked his forehead. "If someone finds out, you won't be able to clear your name even if you jump into the Yellow River!"
“Rongniang, you don’t understand, it’s so similar, so incredibly similar,” Song Ang murmured, “more similar than any I’ve ever seen before.”
Last night, he even dreamed of his sister for the first time in a long time. His sister was crying and told him that Yue'er was not doing well and asked him to go and save her.
Thinking about this dream, Song Ang decided that he couldn't breathe and would tell Rongniang about it.
Rongniang clicked her tongue and said, "Dreams are always the opposite. Yue'er has already married into the Marquis's mansion, so she must be living a good life."
Although they had only met Yue'er once since she was born, when she was one year old, she was still their niece, and they naturally always thought of her.
Moreover, they would correspond with the Wen family every year, and if they had extra money, they would also send them silver.
Yue'er got married in the last two years. I heard that Marquis Jing'an is both talented and handsome. Yue'er gave birth to a daughter right after she got married. I suppose the couple is very loving, so they can rest assured.
Seeing that Song Ang was still pondering, Rongniang simply suggested, "If you are really worried, then send a letter to the Marquis of Jing'an's residence."
Song Ang was somewhat tempted, but hesitated and said, "We haven't contacted Yue'er for so many years. Won't she think we're trying to establish a family connection?"
"Hey, what kind of talk is that?" Rongniang said displeasedly. "Your sister's child will naturally inherit her temperament. She is pure and kind by nature. How could she have such thoughts?"
“You’re right,” Song Ang nodded. “Then let’s give it a try. Anyway, we’ll go to the capital to visit her after we finish this escort mission.”
Rongniang asked, "Are you really going?"
“I’m really going,” Song Ang said firmly. “Even if a hundred taels of gold were placed in front of me, I would still go!”
When they stopped to rest at noon, the two ate something simple, then borrowed a pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the shopkeeper. They spent half an hour writing a letter and handed it to the messenger.
An hour later, the letter was delivered to Pei Huaijin.
"Master, this letter was sent to the capital by Chief Escort Song, so I stopped it."
Pei Huaijin's expression changed slightly, and he quickly opened the letter.
He skimmed through it, but remained lost in thought for a long time.
It turns out that Song Ang is Yue'er's uncle; no wonder he felt familiar with him.
Fortunately, he didn't have anyone do it, and fortunately, he had someone keep an eye on Song Ang, so the letter wasn't sent to the capital.
Otherwise, Shen Fuhan would definitely have followed the clues to find him.
As for the letter's statement that he would soon personally go to the capital, Pei Huaijin did not take it to heart.
A trip to Yangzhou would take at least seven or eight days, and from Yangzhou to Chang'an, it would take at least twelve or thirteen days. A full twenty days would be enough for them to disappear into Yunzhou.
It's just a pity that Yue'er will never see her uncle again.
Pei Huaijin put the letter away and burned it completely when he stayed at the inn that night.
After a moment's thought, he knocked on the door of the guest room next door.
Pei Shijing asked, "Who is it?"
"it's me."
Pei Shijing went to open the door and asked with a smile, "Brother, what brings you here?"
Wen Jiayue gave her a wary glance.
Pei Huaijin wouldn't easily come over unless he had something to ask him. What is he planning to do this time?
Pei Huaijin was almost stung by her gaze, and sat down opposite her with a gloomy expression.
"Moon, could you please stop looking at me like that?"
Wen Jiayue asked with a stern face, "What do you want to do?"
"I just suddenly wanted to catch up with you," Pei Huaijin said gently. "These past few days I've been thinking about many fun things we did when we were young..."
“I’m tired and want to rest,” Wen Jiayue interrupted him. “Let’s save our reminiscing for tomorrow.”
Pei Huaijin's expression stiffened slightly, and he asked forlornly, "Yue'er, don't you really have any feelings for me at all? When we were young, you said you would marry me. We should have..."
Wen Jiayue interrupted him again: "Children speak without thinking, I hope Your Highness will not take it to heart."
Pei Huaijin paused for a moment, then smiled bitterly and said, "So much time has passed, yet I have never touched your heart."
He stared intently into her eyes and asked, "Do you like Shen Fuhan?"