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The convoy stretched for a full mile before all the goods were loaded.

This was the result of Xie Xiu's repeated refusals.

If he accepted everyone, the convoy would probably stretch even further.

Not only that, even the carriages and horses were donated by merchants as a gift, and a coachman was also included.

These drivers were all slaves who had sold themselves, and their family members had also sold themselves to merchants. This time, they were all packaged together and sent to Xie Xiu.

However, Xie Xiu did not bring their families with him when he went to the capital this time, otherwise, having too many family members would be a hassle on the road.

Therefore, the family members still lived in the merchant's house, and they would consider settling these people after Xie Xiu settled down in the capital.

The long convoy attracted a lot of onlookers. After learning that the owner of the convoy was the victim of the previous body-switch case, the onlookers called their friends and invited more people to watch.

If County Magistrate Wang had not specially arranged people to maintain order, Xie Ying doubted whether the convoy could leave the city smoothly.

She leaned comfortably in Tu Jiaojiao's arms, and followed Tu Jiaojiao to peek at the dense crowd outside the car window.

The car window was fitted with a hollow bamboo partition and a small curtain. By gently pulling the curtain aside, one could peer through the small hole to see what was happening outside.

People outside could not see clearly who was inside the carriage.

Xie Ying watched with great interest. The expressions of those people outside were so funny. They were obviously a group of onlookers who loved to join in the fun.

Suddenly, she saw Luo Shi.

She was mixed in the crowd, her face gloomy and her complexion completely different from before, as if she had turned from a human into a ghost.

Xie Ying was startled by her appearance, and then felt embarrassed, so she couldn't help but make a face at her.

However, Mrs. Luo did not see her. The small hole in the car window was not big, and it was difficult to see the person inside from the outside.

She just stood there, looking at the long convoy of cars moving by with a sinister look, and kept uttering vicious curses in her heart: Die, you must die on the road! Since my Qingqing can't be found, then all of you will be buried with her!

The malice was so strong that even though the carriage Xie Ying was riding in had left her behind, Xie Ying still sensed the strong malice.

She frowned, then raised her hand and pressed it on the car window, secretly urging Xiangxiang.

A transparent thread quickly passed through the car window, then fell to the ground, and then spread all the way from underground to Luo's position, piercing the sole of her foot and burying a seed as thin as dust into her body.

Then he quietly retreated into the carriage.

Xie Ying lowered her eyes, hiding the coldness in them.

The seed contained the supernatural power she had input into it, and as long as the distance was not too far, she would be able to sense it.

Now that the seed is buried in Luo's body, it will never take root and sprout unless she urges it to germinate.

But once she activates it, she can take Luo's life without anyone noticing.

This woman had better not do anything stupid, otherwise... she wouldn't mind sending her to the underground to reunite with her deceased husband.

The convoy continued to move forward, slowly passing through the city.

Because there are many people in the city, the convoy will not travel fast to avoid injuring pedestrians.

There were many people watching the fun, because they learned that the owner of the convoy was the victim of the baby-switch case. Everyone started talking about the case and the bizarre story of Xie Xiu, the eldest son of a high-ranking official in Beijing, who met with an accident, was injured and lost his memory, and ended up wandering outside.

During the conversation, Sun Qingqing was inevitably mentioned.

In a private room on the second floor of a restaurant, Sun Qingqing listened to the discussions outside, her face twisted with anger.

Her slender fingers gripped the window frame so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

Mr. Bai smiled and held her in his arms, kissed her face, and looked down at the moving convoy below through the open window with cold eyes.

Seeing Xie Xiu sitting on a tall horse, constantly bowing and saying goodbye to people, looking so glorious, he curled his lips sarcastically: Cherish the present, after all, you don’t have much time left.