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The tax collector guarding the city gate did not intend to let any of them go: "Why, you are not a human being?"

In the carriage of Prince Duan's mansion, there was really no one else in the carriage except the coachman.

The driver would argue: "If our princess was in the car, you would take her if you had the guts. Unfortunately, the princess is not here. If you insist on taking this tael of silver, I can really not be considered a human being, but just a servant."

Good job, you are willing to be a non-human just to avoid paying a pound of silver.

Zhou Chang admired it and even wanted to do the same.

Yuan Qi said on the side: "It is really a coincidence today. Princess Duan also went to Chaotian Temple to burn incense. It is said that she went to ask Taoist Master Yun Hezi for a prescription."

"Ah? Are you asking for it for Prince Duan?" Zhou Chang was not surprised. After all, if he couldn't find Yuan Huazi, maybe Yun Hezi would work.

Yuan Qi smiled and shook his head, covering his mouth with his sleeves, and lowered his voice: "It seems to be praying for a child."

"Ah..." Zhou Chang didn't know what to say.

"Master Cao, give him a silver ingot and let us pass first." Yuan Qi had already ordered his driver.

"Okay." The coachman, Master Cao, a skinny old man in his early fifties, casually took out a silver ingot from under the seat, then waved the whip and squeezed the carriage forward.

Before Zhou Chang could say anything, he saw the coachman throwing a silver ingot weighing at least ten taels to the coachman from Prince Duan's mansion.

Then, "dang, dang..." another two ingots of twenty taels of silver were thrown into the tax collector's arms.

"These are for our two carriages." Master Cao's generosity is probably inherited from the real owner.

The two carriages entered the city smoothly, one after the other.

Zhou Chang almost vomited blood. Why would he use silver to hit someone for no reason? If he wanted to hit someone, he could have just hit her.

After returning to Prince Yi's Mansion, Zhou Chang thought that he could have a good rest as the important matter of the past few days had finally been settled, but he learned that Uncle Qiu was suddenly seriously ill.

"What's going on?" Zhou Chang hurried to Uncle Qiu's yard.

Zhong Yu followed with a worried look on his face: "Qiu Chang, your liver and spleen have been in bad condition due to years of drinking, and coupled with Xiao Jiangzi's incident, I'm afraid you can't get over it for a while, and you are depressed. You have been sick for the past few days, and you just drink to keep yourself quiet. Today, your condition has suddenly worsened."

"What's there to be depressed about? That matter has been resolved." Zhou Chang has been busy with Liu E's affairs these days and has not actually had time to deal with Xiao Jiangzi.

"It's not just about Xiao Jiangzi. Uncle Qiu has been visiting Aunt Jing every day these days, which makes me even more worried..." Zhou Chang didn't take care of the palace these days, and Zhong Yu was so worried that he lost weight again. "Your Majesty, Aunt Jing was awake for a while today, but..."

"Aunt Jing is awake?" Zhou Chang was surprised.

Uncle Qiu was even more worried: "Alas, he woke up, but found that his face was ruined. He couldn't bear the blow. Qiu Chang also fainted at that time."

"Aunt Jing, she..." Zhou Chang's heart sank, but he found himself at Uncle Qiu's yard.

"Your Highness, let's take things slow and try to persuade Uncle Qiu first." Zhong Yu could only shake his head helplessly.

"Ah..." Zhou Chang sighed and agreed, then stepped into the yard.

Uncle Qiu's house was simple and clean, except for the wine jars on the south wall that were particularly eye-catching.

It was Zhou Chang's first time to come to Uncle Qiu's room, and he couldn't help feeling scared. Isn't this like putting a whole room full of flammable materials?

Fortunately, the fire that day was concentrated in the back hall, otherwise if the fire spread here, no one would be able to escape.

Uncle Qiu was sitting on the bed, his face pale, trembling as he held the medicine bowl but couldn't drink it. Zhou Chang suddenly came in and accidentally spilled half of the bowl.

Fortunately, a servant nearby was quick to catch it and quickly wipe it.

Zhou Chang saw that the servant was smart and looked familiar: "What's your name?"

The servant bowed his head and spoke fluently: "Your Highness, I am Li Fu, originally sweeping the front yard. Uncle Qiu was short of servants these days, so Mr. Zhong sent me here to serve."

"Li Fu..." Zhou Chang knew that it was an old man from Prince Yi's mansion. "Very good, you must serve Uncle Qiu wholeheartedly and take care of his recovery. I will double your monthly salary. You can ask Mr. Zhong for it."

Li Fu was surprised and knelt down and kowtowed: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Uncle Qiu was trembling and about to stand up: "My Lord, I don't need anyone to serve me. I can do it by myself."

"Uncle Qiu, just lean on him," Zhou Chang went up to support him, "Why not? It would be good to have someone like you by your side to talk."

Zhong Yuye said from behind: "Yes, with someone watching you, it's hard for you to take the medicine. If there's no one around, you'll probably just drink and not take the medicine."

Zhou Chang then told Li Fu: "This bowl of medicine has been spilled, go and boil a new bowl of medicine."

"Yes." Li Fu responded and went.

"Alas, Your Majesty, there is no need to trouble you, no need to trouble you..." Uncle Qiu leaned weakly against the head of the bed.

Zhou Chang sat on the chair that Zhong Yu brought, facing Uncle Qiu, and realized that Uncle Qiu's hair had mostly turned white, and the wrinkles on his face were crisscrossed and deeper than before. In addition, his face was sallow and gray, and his eyes were weak, and he seemed to have aged ten years overnight.

"Uncle Qiu..." Zhou Chang felt sad and took his hand. "Little Jiangzi's problem has been solved. Forget about him. Now you have someone to take care of you, and there is also Monkey. We will all be with you. You don't have to worry about anything."

Uncle Qiu shook his head with regret and pain on his face: "My Lord, how do you plan to deal with Xiao Jiangzi?"

"Uncle Qiu, you don't need to ask. Just pretend that there has never been such a person and such a thing." Zhou Chang patted the back of Uncle Qiu's hand. "It's still the same as before. Eat whatever you want and drink whatever you want."

Uncle Qiu couldn't listen to him: "We are all old servants. If I hadn't been soft-hearted at the beginning, I wouldn't have..."

"It's none of your business. No one can escape it, whether it's intentional or not. No need to mention it again, no need to mention it again..." Zhou Chang hoped that Uncle Qiu could put the past behind him.

Uncle Qiu shook his head even more vigorously, tears streaming down his face: "Don't mention it? How can I not mention it? My prince..., what do you think will happen to Jing Xin in the future?"

Zhou Chang's heart felt like it was being tightly grasped by someone.

Yes, even without Xiao Jiangzi, there was still Aunt Jing's matter. She understood Uncle Qiu's self-blame and guilt.

These people in Prince Yi's Mansion have always depended on each other and been bound together.

If Aunt Jing can't get through this hurdle, then none of them will be able to get through it either.

"It was all because of me that I let the wolf into the house. I was too selfish. I only thought about... I only thought about having a son to take care of me in my old age. I never thought about letting the wolf into the house and causing harm..." Uncle Qiu burst into tears.

"No, no, Uncle Qiu..., don't think like that. Someone is deliberately plotting against this and no one can guard against it." Zhou Chang felt deep hatred. The person behind the scenes had obviously included everyone around Prince Yi.