If this news isn't true, it's okay for him to take a fruitless journey, but it means Wenjin has one less day. How can he afford to waste any time?
No, no, no, it can't be false. Didn't the flower-selling woman say that someone told her that if someone comes to buy those four-numbered flowers, it's one tael of silver per flower?
How can it be such a coincidence, that it's exactly those numbers?
Rather than saying he's convincing himself, it's more about him giving himself some comfort.
Just when he was troubled, his sleeve was tugged.
Huangfu Jingchen turned around but saw no one.
Looking down at his sleeve, he found a little beggar standing beside him, thin and small, with a sallow complexion, looking at him nervously. His hands covered in mud, a few black fingerprints were left on his sleeve from the moment he tugged it.
Huangfu Jingchen looked at him.
