#843 - He shouldn't die.

“Husband.”

Not long after Chu An left, Yang Liushi pushed open the door and walked in, still holding the small wooden box from before.

“Hmm?”

Wei Changtian glanced at it, and asked in confusion, “Where did this wooden box come from?”

“It was placed outside the door, it should have been left by Chu An.”

Yang Liushi blinked: “What’s in the box?”

“. . . A Qingjue Jade Pendant.”

Wei Changtian was stunned for a moment, then shook his head helplessly: “He is indeed upright.”

“Hehe, Husband is, after all, Chu An’s great benefactor who saved his life.”

Yang Liushi put down the wooden box and deliberately teased: “Chu An wants to repay your kindness, why doesn’t Husband accept it? Are you feeling guilty?”

“Stop being so sarcastic.”

Wei Changtian curled his lips: “I just think this jade pendant is useless to me.”

“Is that so?”

Yang Liushi covered her mouth and smiled: “If Husband doesn’t want it, then can I take it?”

“Don’t you already have one?”

Wei Changtian waved his hand: “Give it to Li Zimu, she doesn’t have a life-saving item yet.”

“Okay, I’ll give it to her when Zimu comes back later.”

After responding, Yang Liushi’s expression gradually became serious, and her tone became lighter.

She looked at Wei Changtian, who had no expression on his face, hesitated for a moment, and then asked softly:

“Husband, what did Chu An say just now?”

“He didn’t say anything.”

Wei Changtian shook his head: “But he is suspicious of me and just tested me.”

Her eyes flashed, Yang Liushi walked to Wei Changtian’s side, her steps were very light:

“Husband, are you hesitating again?”

“A little.”

Wei Changtian smiled wryly: “To be honest, Chu An really shouldn’t die.”

“Ah . . .”

A soft sigh echoed in the room, the sunlight outside the window was warm.

Yang Liushi turned her head to look at Wei Changtian’s profile, her eyes were very complicated.

After the sigh, everything returned to calm, and there was no more conversation.

In the small courtyard, the willows were green and the flowers were red, and the bamboo leaves swayed gently in the wind, it was a beautiful summer scene.

Three more days passed, and in the blink of an eye, it was the first day of May.

There were still four days before Gongsun Yan was to be executed, and the 200,000-strong army had marched to the hinterland of Dahui, about three days away from Yongding City.

If nothing unexpected happened, these surrendered Daqian soldiers would surround Yongding before the fifth day of May, in order to force a change in the “public opinion” of the people in the city.

Although that day had not yet arrived, many people had already smelled the danger.

The number of people leaving the city in the past three days has obviously increased a lot, and there are long queues at the four city gates at all times, sometimes even reaching several miles in length.

But there are very few people waiting to enter the city outside the city.

In this way, since the announcement of Gongsun Yan’s execution, at least hundreds of thousands of people have fled Yongding City in just a few days.

This number is undoubtedly very large, but compared to the entire population base of Yongding City, it is only a drop in the bucket.

Most people didn’t leave, or rather, couldn’t leave.

For many people, they have lived in Yongding City for half their lives, and leaving would undoubtedly mean having to give up everything and start all over again.

Not to mention those real estate and other items that cannot be taken away.

Therefore, even though the news that a large army was approaching Yongding had already spread, 90% of the people in the city still “remained unmoved” and believed that everything would improve after Gongsun Yan died.

Under this circumstance, Chu Xianping was not idle either. In the past few days, he has been using various means to incite public resentment, completely “building” Gongsun Yan into an image that everyone deserves to be punished.

Undoubtedly, this image of a “traitor” is hateful, and Gongsun Yan’s reputation among the people has plummeted.

Outside the Anwang Mansion, the people cursed and scolded all day long, and the eggs and vegetable leaves thrown into the mansion were probably enough to set up a stall, it would not be an exaggeration to say that even the dogs would scold him.

Looking at it this way, it seems that the people have forgotten Wei Changtian’s sentence “the whole city will be buried with him”, and they don’t care about the “rebel army” that is getting closer and closer, and they all support the execution of Gongsun Yan as soon as possible.

The situation seems to be more and more favorable to Chu Xianping, but Wei Changtian turned a blind eye to this and did not take any action.

Because in his opinion, it is useless for him to say or do anything now.

People won’t shed tears until they see the coffin. When the 200,000-strong army really surrounds Yongding City, the people in the city will probably have a different “face.”

“Young Master, has my zither skill improved recently?”

Noon, deep in the bamboo forest.

The melodious sound of the zither is gentle and tactful, sometimes like a gentle breeze and catkins, sometimes like snowflakes falling in a cold night. The small bamboo forest seems to have experienced the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter in the time of a song.

Pressing the strings and stopping the sound, Yang Liushi smiled and asked Wei Changtian, who was bored, “I think it’s much better than when I was in Fengqi Pavilion.”

“Fengqi Pavilion?”

Hearing this familiar and unfamiliar name again, Wei Changtian couldn’t help but be stunned. After thinking for a long time, he remembered that this was the brothel where Yang Liushi once lived in the capital of Da Ning.

And at that time, he was also a regular visitor to various brothels . . .

“Do you want to go to the city for a walk?”

Suddenly, Wei Changtian inexplicably became interested and asked with a smile: “It’s not easy to come to Dahui once, I don’t know when we will be able to come again.”

“Anyway, there’s nothing to do these days, why not go and see the local customs of Dahui?”

“Okay.”

Faced with Wei Changtian’s proposal, Yang Liushi also seemed quite interested: “It just so happens that Miss Qin once mentioned a few days ago that there is a restaurant in the east of the city that has excellent food, and I was thinking of going to try it someday.”

“Okay, then let’s go now.”

The two hit it off immediately, and Wei Changtian immediately turned his head and shouted, “Zhang San!”

“Young Master.”

Zhang San, who had been waiting not far away, walked closer when he heard the sound: “What are your orders?”

“Go and prepare the carriage, we’ll go to the city for a stroll this afternoon.”

Wei Changtian said with a smile: “Call Li Zimu.”

“Yes, I’ll go and do it.”

After responding, Zhang San turned around and was about to leave.

But at this moment, Wei Changtian hesitated for a moment and added another sentence.

“By the way, also ask Qin He and Chu An.”

“. . .”

In this way, after about half an hour, two carriages stopped outside the gate of Zhuwu, and the gate with the “Full” sign slowly closed.

Although Qin He and Chu An didn’t know why Wei Changtian suddenly wanted to go to the city for a stroll, let alone why he invited them, they still gladly accepted the invitation and planned to be the latter’s guide.

“Young Master Wei, it’s still early, why don’t we go to Daguan Garden in the north market first? It should be quite lively there.”

“Okay, we’ll follow Miss Qin’s arrangement.”

“Okay.”

After exchanging a few polite words with a smile, everyone got into the car one after another, and soon the carriage drove away along the street.

At the same time, several figures hidden in the dark also quietly followed, and soon disappeared together among the densely packed houses.