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Zhu Luo stood in the crowd, coldly looking up at the car door, her expression growing increasingly solemn.

She recognized the fat man's head at a glance; the one-eyed man's eyepatch had been ripped off, revealing a terrifying, dark hole.

Banxia dared not look around, and lowered her head to hug her young mistress to avoid being squeezed by others.

"Miss, let's go back, there are too many people here."

Zhu Luo nodded and looked away: "Let's go back."

She counted them one by one, but did not find Tiger's head.

The best outcome is that it doesn't exist, as it means there's still a chance he might survive.

Xiao Jingchi's move was both ruthless and effective, and he was surrounded by voices praising him.

She finally managed to persuade the guard to go to the toilet because he urgently needed to use it, and judging by the time, it was time to go back.

Just as they stepped outside the crowd, Zhu Luo stopped Banxia: "Go ask her what her relationship is with that little girl and that bandit."

Banxia was taken aback. She looked in the direction her young mistress was pointing and asked suspiciously, "Why does Miss think she knows the bandits?"

Zhu Luo pointed to her eyes: "It's all written here, go ask."

Tears welled in her eyes, and her jaw was clenched, as if she was suppressing her pain.

They are not relatives, but at least people they know well.

Banxia turned back and brought the little girl back. She whispered in her ear, "Miss, she is Fatty's sister."

Zhu Luo nodded in understanding.

As expected, her judgment was correct.

The little girl, with tears in her eyes and a hint of confusion and wariness in them, asked, "Who are you? Are you the people who killed my brother?"

Banxia frowned: "I already said no, Miss, let's go."

If the guards see this, it will be hard to explain.

Zhu Luo waved his hand and said to the little girl, "You said the fat guy is your brother?"

"How could it be false? Although his parents disown him and say he's a bad person, his brother sends food home every year. Without him, the family would have starved to death long ago."

As he spoke, tears couldn't stop falling.

Zhu Luo took a cloth bag out of his pocket and handed it over: "I don't know your brother. I just happened to have a business deal with him. This is what he deserves. It's clean money. You said he did bad things for the family. Then take this money and live a good life."

The little girl clutched the cloth bag, terrified: "So much, I don't want it."

Zhu Luo shoved the object into her arms: "There are a lot of government officials here. You don't want to get arrested, do you? Leave quickly. Listen to your brother and don't come any closer."

The little girl's lips moved, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated. After a long while, she nodded and apologized: "I'm sorry, my benefactor. I misunderstood you."

“It’s alright,” Zhu Luo smiled. “I’m not your benefactor. Just think of these as gifts from the gods in heaven.”

"Gods..." Before the little girl could even finish uttering that word, Zhu Luo had already turned and left.

Banxia asked, puzzled, "Why did Miss give her money?"

Zhu Luo glanced at her and said with a wry smile, "Because this money really was given to him by a god."

She simply wanted to give away the donations from netizens; nothing else mattered. Such simple appreciation should not be overlooked.

There was also some silver that I had secretly put in there.

The father could never forgive his younger brother and wouldn't let him go home.

As the older sister and the pillar of the family, she is also struggling with how to ease the tense family relationships.

The little girl has already missed her chance, so she needs to work harder now.

A light carriage had appeared next to the sedan chair, and the burly guard Zhu Luo standing beside it knew it all too well.

He was the one who slit the one-eyed man's throat with a single stroke.

Yin Wu, the first-class bodyguard of Xiao Jingchi.

The light carriage left Yingzhou and headed towards the outskirts.

Yinwu drove very fast, and Zhu Luo felt like she was on a roller coaster, clinging tightly to the window frame to avoid being thrown out.

When they had driven about ten miles away, Banxia whispered a reminder to her, "Miss, that's the Canglang Army!"

Zhu Luo squinted and leaned closer to the window for a closer look. Sure enough, they were members of Xiao Mingyan's personal guard; the scarves around their necks were easy to recognize.

Smoke rose in front of him, and a car circled halfway around him. Zhu Luo realized that he was burning paper money.

"Yes, he's one of the prince's men." She looked at him for a moment, then reluctantly lowered the curtain.

Banxia seemed very excited: "Then, Miss, is the Prince nearby?"

Zhu Luo closed her eyes and continued to grip the window frame tightly: "I'm afraid."

"Indeed, the capital is just ahead, and the prince's military camp must be nearby."

"Yes, the army can't enter the city, that's the rule." Zhu Luo's thoughts had already been drawn to the smoke.

"Counting the days, it has been seven days since the young lady was brought to the military camp. They must be holding a memorial service for the fallen soldiers."

"Hmm," Zhu Luo hummed softly, "Let's celebrate the seventh day after his death. Time really flies."

Seven days ago, in addition to the fallen soldiers, Xiao Mingyan also lost an important old friend.

Shen Zhuluo, the eldest daughter of the Shen family.

Xiao Mingyan not only knew that she was impersonating someone else, but also tacitly allowed her to continue living under the name of his old friend, which made Zhu Luo feel resentful and filled with indescribable frustration.

Nana sent a message saying that the first batch of Mid-Autumn Festival goods had all been shipped out, which put her mind at ease.

Zhu Luo wanted to get a break, so he chatted with her about business for a while.

After finishing the serious business, we started talking about gossip.

Nana said she saw Zhu Luo's younger brother and Ji Yang. They were riding in a luxury car together, and she spotted them just before they got in, as she was riding her electric scooter home from get off work.

I was so surprised that I didn't have time to take a picture.

Zhu Luo was extremely shocked and pressed for details. Nana later told her about Bai Jiaojiao's situation, but she didn't hear a word of it.

Is the younger brother with Ji Yang?

She suddenly remembered the footage she had seen on the security camera last night.

Could those men's shoes belonging to the guest be Ji Yang's?

When did they become so close?

The carriage stopped, and Zhu Luo quickly put her thoughts aside.

Compared to her brother's situation, she had to get through this hurdle first.

Before them lay a dense forest. As the maid led the way, the view suddenly opened up, revealing a magnificent and exquisitely maintained garden.

The maid stopped and stood in front of an exquisite pavilion.

A gentle breeze swept by, softly lifting the thin, misty curtains, and the incense smoke that lingered inside the pavilion drifted out, filling the air.

Between the half-rolled and half-hidden parts, the person in the pavilion slowly revealed their true appearance.

The man was dressed in fine clothes, with an elegant demeanor. He had a warm smile on his face and looked over eagerly: "Luo Luo is here! Come quickly, I have been waiting for you here for a long time!"

Zhu Luo subconsciously covered her mouth and nose with her hand to avoid being choked by the cigarette smoke, smiled silently, and climbed the steps.

The curtain quietly closed behind her.

"Your Highness is well." Zhu Luo bowed in greeting, observing everything before him without making a sound.

A sumptuous feast has been prepared on the table in the pavilion.

To her surprise, there were three cups and saucers on the table. This made Zhu Luo wonder if there were other guests besides herself and the Crown Prince.