Stop acting, Your Majesty, the queen knows you're faking it

Chi Xinian was wandering aimlessly in the street, looking for something interesting, she leaned over to have a look, and wondered, if she brought this thing back, could it make Yan Chujing happy?
At first, everything went smoothly.

A vivid painted sculpture was also held in her palm as time went by.

This is what she discovered along the way - the owner of the stall is very skilled, he can knead objects and shape people.And the kneaded dough figurines are all vivid, delicate and beautiful after painting.

Seeing the exquisite characters on the shelf, Chi Xinian immediately paid for it and asked the boss to pinch Yan Chujing for her.

During the period, she did not forget to get involved and helped the stall owner.The purpose is that after returning this time, I can deliver this little gift that I have given my heart to Yan Chujing's hands to make him happy.

Thinking of Yan Chujing calmly accepting her gift with a sullen face, but the joyful look in Liuli pupils, Chi Xinian couldn't help but bend his almond eyes and reveal a shallow smile.

But the smile disappeared as soon as it climbed onto her cheeks.

Because of an inadvertent glance from the corner of her eye, she found a familiar figure.

That seems to be... Huo Linhai, the fake butler of the Xu Mansion? !
why is he here !

If he is here, where are Xinyi and the others who follow him and monitor his every move? !
Several doubts popped up in Chi Xinian's mind, but she didn't have time to think about it.Because the market was crowded with people, if she didn't keep up with Huo Linhai's pace immediately, then his figure might be submerged by the crowd in the next moment.

Will it be a trap?Please enter the urn or something?

Chi Xinian's mind turned, but he never slowed down to keep up with Huo Linhai's pace.

Judging from the opponent's purpose, they almost didn't want to confront her head-on.Except for provoking her for their own purposes when it was a last resort, they usually hid it very deeply.

If she wanted to find out and take down the person, the few abnormal behaviors of the other party were her rare opportunities.

Thinking of this, Chi Xinian couldn't help but secretly squeezed the painted sculpture in his hand.

At the same time, the pace of catching up has become firmer.

...

Huo Linhai ran very fast, and not long after, he found a gambling house at the back of the market and got in.

"This place..." Chi Xinian, who followed him all the way here, couldn't help but frown tightly the first moment he saw this gambling house.

The Dajing law did not explicitly prohibit the operation of gambling houses, but it wrote many detailed rules on many issues such as private debt collection and high-interest lending that would be related to chaotic places such as gambling houses.

In short, it is okay to open the door to do business, but it is absolutely not acceptable to borrow money at high interest rates while taking advantage of others, or to use some extreme means to collect debts from those who owe money.

In the past in the capital, Chi Xinian also saw several gambling houses when he went to the streets.

Due to the law, most of them seem to be fairly well-behaved.

But in this store right now... they don't seem to even plan to pretend. Looking around, at least three people were surrounded by a group of strong men because they couldn't pay the debt of the proprietress.

Some of them are still begging for mercy, while some have their hands pressed on the table, one foot away from the dazzling white blade.

"Why is it so messy?" Chi Xinian murmured.

Although this is only a small town in Pingxing, the town is close to Pingcheng, the main city of Pingxing, and may be supervised by the Pingcheng yamen at all times. Why is it so indulgent?