Ye Chengyan's expression turned grave as he nodded, "Indeed, no one dares to harbor ill intentions towards the Sixth Miss anymore."
Xie Beihan's eyes lit up as he rummaged through the boxes and found the one-thousand-liang silver note. "I remember now!"
Just as Ye Chengyan was about to ask what he remembered, Xie Beihan had already walked away, paying no attention to his cousin, the Crown Prince.
Xie Beihan ordered his men to prepare a carriage and immediately set off for the Marquis of Anyang's residence.
It was late at night, and suddenly, a mother and child rushed out, blocking the path of the carriage.
The woman, holding her child in her arms, trembled on the ground.
"What happened?" Xie Beihan lifted the curtain and leaned out.
The coachman replied, "Your Highness, I didn't hit this woman. She fell on her own."
Xie Beihan got off the carriage and walked over. "Madam, are you alright?"
The woman, dressed decently and not appearing to be a swindler, raised her head.