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"Miss, please look at the back one." Xiaoman's voice was a little anxious. He became anxious when he saw Jing Chunxi suddenly fall into deep thought, his eyes fixed on the paper in his hand, but he was absent-minded.

The young lady must be thinking about something important, but he also knew that now was not the time to distract her. He reminded her carefully, fearing that he would disturb her thoughts, but he had to let her continue reading.

Jing Chunxi was brought back to reality by Xiaoman's voice. She shook her head quickly, as if to get rid of those chaotic thoughts, and then refocused her attention on the piece of paper below.

Her eyes swept across the paper, quickly drawn to its contents. It read, "On the 20th of every month, a batch of supplies will be transported from the county government and the prefectural governor's office to the capital. They will be gathered at the North Gate and heavily escorted." Jing Chunxi's eyes lit up instantly, realizing this might be an opportunity, but she was soon troubled by another question.

"What day is today?"

Jing Chunxi stared at Xiaoman, wanting to know the answer from him. The news came so suddenly that she was a little confused.

Xiao Man was also stunned for a moment. The young lady's thoughts were too jumpy and completely different from what he thought. He could hardly keep up.

Xiao Man scratched her head and was about to apologize when Chun Tao, who was cleaning up the dishes nearby, suddenly spoke up: "Miss, today is November 19th."

Seeing that the two people were talking without avoiding others, Chuntao had been listening to their conversation with her ear tilted. Although she didn't know what was written on the paper, she understood that the lady's question was very important, so she answered almost without thinking.

Jing Chunxi nodded, but his heartbeat immediately quickened as he thought about it. This meant that the county government and the prefectural governor's office would deliver the things tonight, which was only a few hours away.

Now they are being transported out from Jiujiang County on a regular basis by land. The most likely source of this is the looted gold, silver, and treasures, which must not be allowed to fall into the hands of that dog prince.

She then asked Xiao Man a crucial question: "How long does it take to get from the county government office to the prefectural governor's residence on horseback at the fastest speed?"

This question is crucial to her plan; she needs to know the time so that she can better arrange her actions.

It would be a good idea to rob the convoy after it left the city, but it would take time to prepare. After the hijacking, the government would inevitably launch a massive search, and it would be difficult for them to hide. By then, the city gates would be closed, and they would have to wait until daybreak to enter. By then, the inspection would likely be very strict, and it would be easy to be exposed.

Rather than making a big move, Jing Chunxi would rather do it secretly.

Xiao Man saw the young lady's excited expression and knew that she was going to do something. He also became excited, but he didn't dare to show his excitement because he couldn't answer the young lady's question.

I could only smile awkwardly and said, "This...Xiao Man has never been here before."

Xiao Man couldn't answer, but she wanted to take action immediately. She said, "I'll go and try it later. I have to go around to feel at ease."

He knew that it was very important to provide the lady with the exact time only by exploring the route himself.

"Do you know the way? We have to take the shortest route tonight!" Jing Chunxi looked at Xiaoman with some doubt. Exploring the way requires more than just being smart. You must have someone who is familiar with the road to lead the way.

Xiao Man said without hesitation: "I'll let the little beggar lead the way."

"Isn't he only familiar with the area around the North Gate?" Jing Chunxi was still worried. The little beggar was still so young, he wouldn't usually run around the city, right? His activity area might also be limited.

Besides, she felt that the little beggar’s ability was not that great, unless he had other helpers.

Seeing Jing Chunxi's confusion, Xiao Man explained, "He is very capable and has people under him.

Miss, you don't know. At first he didn't want to give me this information, and he refused to exchange it for food.

He ate two of my steamed buns and talked about all sorts of trivial matters involving petty officials and clerks.

Later, I talked to him for a long time, scolded those two corrupt officials in front of him, and acted like I wanted to cause trouble.

I also told him that the affairs of those two corrupt officials were not really a secret. We didn't need to rely on him, we could find out by asking a few more people. Only then did he start to feel a little embarrassed and began to reveal useful information to me.

Later, he provided the last piece of information after being promised to share food with his family and a dozen of his beggar friends.”

Xiao Man finished speaking in one breath, raised her head and smiled sheepishly, saying, "Miss, this is our first time dealing with each other, so I gave him a little more food."

Jing Chunxi shook her head at him, indicating that it was all right. If she wasn't afraid of causing unnecessary trouble, she wouldn't mind donating food and porridge to the hungry people. Why would she care about the extra few pounds of food?

Xiao Man continued, "Anyway, I think he's hiding something. He released this message to test our abilities. I have a feeling he's just hoping someone kills those two bastard officials."

Xiaoman added this sentence because he felt that the little beggar's behavior was a little suspicious, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

After listening to Xiaoman's explanation, Jing Chunxi shook his head and smiled, saying, "This kid is quite interesting! Let's show him what we can do.

By the way, ask him for a name later. Don’t call him “little beggar” all the time. It’s so rude.”

Xiaoman nodded in agreement.

Jing Chunxi looked at the papers again. The handwriting on them was indeed beyond his age. She felt that only a teenager could master such skills. Her suspicion intensified, and she couldn't help but become curious about the little beggar's identity.