The wife of the female Zun Kuaichuan is a doting maniac

Knowing his stubborn nature, Su Qi had no choice but to get up.

"Take off your shoes and socks, I'll go get you some hot water."

No matter how tired he was, Si Qianling never let Su Qiruo take off his shoes for him. He felt that was something only servants did, and even if Su Qiruo doted on him, she shouldn't do that.

This is the bottom line.

The southwest is indeed much warmer than Beijing; the weather at the end of March is comparable to that in Beijing in April or May.

So Si Qianling's leg ailment didn't flare up, but the swelling was quite severe from traveling.

As Si Qianling put her chubby little feet into the hot water, the hairs on her body stood on end.

That indescribable feeling.

"Have the inn send up some light food later. We won't go out today. Let's rest well and go look for people tomorrow."

Su Qiruo sat beside Si Qianling, gently massaging his shoulders and arms.

Si Qianling leaned back into Su Qiruo's arms, letting out a long breath, as if she felt much lighter.

"If it's too difficult, then we won't need the Blazing Flower."

They didn't know the temperament of the Yuan Clan's Holy Son. If they had to pay too high a price for a single flower, then the medicine wouldn't be worth it.

"Don't say such discouraging things. We've already come this far, we must get that blazing flower no matter what."

If the Holy Son refuses to openly exchange for her, then don't blame her for resorting to underhanded tactics.

Si Qianling's leg ailment was a source of great anxiety for Su Qiruo. With the antidote in hand, how could she possibly give it up so easily?
After everyone finished tidying up, the innkeeper ordered the staff to prepare a meal, which consisted of local specialties and tasted quite good.

Su Qiruo and Si Qianling stayed in the room, while the rest went downstairs.

Su Ziqing picked up a piece of golden-brown fried chicken and put it in her mouth. The aroma of meat mixed with the fragrance of fruit was delicious.

When she asked the innkeeper, she learned that the stew contained a local herb that made the meat incredibly delicious. Su Ziqing, who had been feeling a bit tired, suddenly perked up after hearing the innkeeper talk about many local delicacies. After the meal, she took two guards and went out for a stroll.

Let's explore the local customs and culture, and while we're at it, let's inquire about the Yuan Clan's Holy Son at the teahouse.

"The last day of March is the Flower Festival. The Holy Son will come out to give holy water to the people. If you want to see the Holy Son, you can stay a few more days."

It's not unusual here for many merchants who have come from far and wide to see the legendary, handsome Holy Son.

So as soon as Su Ziqing asked the question, someone nearby helped answer it.

"So good."

This really came without any effort at all.

These next two days are a good opportunity for them to try and find the little boy they rescued and see if they can get to know him better.

If they had saved a child from a prominent Yuan family back then, things would have been much easier to negotiate.

Thinking carefully about what that child had said back then, Su Ziqing couldn't quite remember. She only remembered that he had a head full of braids and said that he was a member of the Yuan ethnic group in the southwest. What was his name again?

Heng'er?

He seemed to have mentioned that this was his name before.

As for whether it was "Heng'er" or "Heng'er", that remains unknown.

With news of the Holy Son, this trip wasn't in vain.

After strolling around and buying quite a few trinkets, Su Ziqing led her people back to the inn, and also told Su Qiruo the information she had gathered.

He then instructed his subordinates to investigate the man named "Heng'er," whose age should be similar to Si Qianling's, and who had a small red mole on the side of his nose. (End of Chapter)