Yang Wenxiao explained a few more details, but when he saw that the grandfather and grandson still looked gloomy, he snorted with a laugh, "Why worry when you have that little money god, Qiao Xiaomai?"
Upon hearing this, Tong Tiehu felt bitter inside.
The money Qiao Xiaomai earned was hers. Even if she was to marry Tong Sanlang, the Tong Family could not touch her money.
"Alright, let's proceed with it, Sanlang, call everyone back and head out." Yang Wenxiao ordered.
Tong Sanlang complied and used his agility to go call Yang Ye and the others.
Yang Ye and the rest of the group hadn't moved too far away and quickly arrived. The guards lifted Yang Wenxiao and began to walk out.
By the time they exited the secret tunnel, it was already noon.
The royal chef who accompanied them from the Palace had prepared lunch. Yang Wenxiao ate a bit randomly. He had no intention of going down the mountain and, leaning on his cane, headed towards the crooked tree halfway up the mountain.