Su Ye listened, and wiped her face again.
Why didn't they let her know earlier that the Spring-Welcoming House had been burned?
"Does Dad know about this?"
Xing thought for a moment and explained,
"I followed your instructions, Miss, and found another set of table and chairs that look quite similar, put them in the main hall.
It's just that now there are guests in the hall, so the Master is probably busy receiving them and hasn't noticed yet."
When Su Ye heard this, she quickened her steps, saying as she walked,
"You don't have to follow me. Call the others and redeem that set of furniture back.
Wait until the guests leave, I'll drag Dad out, and you can switch it back secretly, no one will know, got it?"
Xing looked puzzled,
"Miss, you're not preparing the silver coin anymore?"
"The people who wanted the money are gone. Who am I supposed to give it to?"
Finishing her words, Su Ye quickly headed toward the City Lord Mansion.
She went alone, thinking about the plot nonstop as she walked.
At this moment, who could possibly go to the City Lord Mansion to ask for Secret Luo?
She thought for a long time but couldn't remember, finally shaking her head.
As long as it's not the male lead, I don't care who it is.
Now I just have to wait for those guests to leave, and secretly switch the furniture back without anyone noticing.
Her old man has a pretty bad temper.
If he knew she secretly sold his favorite set of furniture, he'd probably be hopping mad again.
After making up her mind, she walked further inside.
But the deeper she went, the more she felt a sense of danger that made her skin crawl with goosebumps.
She looked around, but everything seemed the same as usual, nothing out of the ordinary in every direction.
There were two servants sprinkling water and sweeping away the fallen leaves in the yard.
She looked up at the trees, around the courtyard walls—nothing there.
Was it just her imagination?
Thinking that, Su Ye stepped onto the stone path's steps.
She'd barely stepped up when she heard a soft cough from inside—
"Cough, cough."
Then, a slow, cool, haunting voice followed,
"City Lord Su, what use is it to hold onto this dead thing? Once it's dead, there's nothing left."
Right after, Su Jiuguo burst out laughing, speaking with determination,
"There are as many people eyeing my ancestral formula as there are cattle on the plains. If I handed it over just because someone tried to scare me a little, do you think I could still sit securely as City Lord?"
When he finished talking, a faint, low laugh came from someone's throat,
"City Lord Su makes a fair point. Since that's the case…"
The words weren't finished before an urgent Su Ye barged in, interrupting,
"Father, wait!"
As soon as she spoke, the three men in the hall turned their gazes toward her in unison.
Su Ye fixed her eyes on the sickly beautiful man sitting in the chair to one side.
Her hand, hidden in her sleeve, clenched tightly.
The man was incredibly good-looking, dressed in a red robe with golden thread embroidery, black hair tied back with a single hairpin.
When the conversation was interrupted by her, those long black eyelashes trembled, and then he looked up in Su Ye's direction.
When he saw who had entered, he was momentarily stunned.
Then, his crimson lips curled into a slight smile, and the Lycoris radiata at the corner of his eyes, together with his smile, made his face even more dazzling and enchanting.
Who else could it be?
Su Qing!!
Those phoenix eyes stared right at Su Ye, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he said,
"Savior?"
As soon as he spoke, he started coughing again, one bout after another.
Even coughing, this sickly beauty was so mesmerizing you couldn't look away.
She quickly stepped forward, rummaging through her bag as she walked.
She took out a milky-white porcelain bottle, opened the lid, poured out a black Medicine Pill, walked up to him, bent down, and handed it over.
At this moment, every move Su Ye made was pure survival instinct.