I became the tyrant's only belief.

Chapter 440 He wants it!
Moon City.

Tongniang strode through the festively decorated courtyard, pushed open the door to the study, and said to the white-haired woman sitting behind the desk writing something, "Miss, there is a letter from the capital."

"Give it to me." Jiang Yao put down her pen and raised her hand to rub her stiff neck.

Tongniang handed over the letter and asked, "Did Miss Chu write this?"

Jiang Yao opened the letter, read it carefully, and nodded: "It's her."

"Is it about leaving the palace?" Tongniang looked worried. "Miss, you've only just become the city lord, and you've expended a lot of energy. It's not advisable for you to use your internal energy now. Perhaps we should let Miss Chu wait a couple more days until you've recovered a bit..."

“No, she doesn’t leave the palace.” Jiang Yao interrupted her and handed her the letter.

It wasn't leaving the palace.

Tongniang took the letter with some surprise. After reading its contents, she asked curiously, "Why does Miss Chu want you to go to Guiyun City?"

"There must be something tricky going on." Jiang Yao thought for a moment, then picked up her pen to reply.

Tongniang tilted her head, her eyes widening: "Miss, the journey to Guiyun City will take at least five days. Tomorrow is your wedding day with Young Master Cang, you..."

“Let’s go together, and postpone the wedding.” Jiang Yao blew the ink off the paper and handed it to Tong Niang.

Tongniang's face scrunched up like a steamed bun as she advised, "Miss, the wedding has already been postponed three times. They say things shouldn't be postponed more than three times, so postponing it again might be bad luck."

"Then let's pick another auspicious day," Jiang Yao said dismissively.

According to her, it would be fine to get married right now.

Since it's a joyous occasion, why must we choose an auspicious day? Does getting married on an inauspicious day mean it's not a joyous occasion?
Seeing that she couldn't dissuade her, Tongniang had no choice but to compromise: "You should at least discuss it with Young Master Cang first, right?"

"Hmm..." Jiang Yao tilted her head. "Just call him when you leave."

Tongniang: "...We need to prepare a lot of things for this trip to Guiyun City. You should send someone to inform Young Master Cang first."

“Okay,” Jiang Yao said. “Tell him when you send out the letter later.”

Tongniang is exhausted.

What sins did Young Master Cang commit in his past life to fall in love at first sight with his young lady, who is such a blockhead?

Any other man would have run away long ago!

The reply arrived in the capital quickly, delivered by fast horse.

After reading the letter, Chu Liuzheng finally felt at ease.

She sent Jiang Yao not just to help, but because she saw on the system that Guiyun City had something Jiang Yao needed that could potentially extend Jiang Yao's lifespan by three to five years.

She couldn't say it outright, otherwise she wouldn't be able to explain how she knew.

She wrote a letter to Jiang Yao. If Jiang Yao was willing to go, then it would be fate. If she was not willing, then it would depend on whether Feng Jing could discover that thing, and that would also depend on fate.

Fortunately, Jiang Yao was willing to go.

It's just a matter of postponing the wedding once, which can save several years of life. I suppose that infatuated young master Cang would be willing to do so?
At this moment, Young Master Cang, who was galloping wildly on horseback, sneezed three times in a row, and tears streamed down his face.

Why is it that other people's weddings go smoothly, but he has to keep delaying and postponing his marriage to the person he wants to marry?

Did he break some heavenly law in his past life?

*
Inside a side room of the Guiyun City Lord's Mansion, candlelight flickered, casting several menacing shadows on the wall.

Chu Shangming, Ren Qingxia, Pei Yunjian, and Yan Chengtong, four unlucky guys, sat around a square table, holding bowls of thick, red liquid, looking at each other and exchanging glances.

Pei Yunjian: Want some?

Yan Chengtong: Nonsense, of course I can't drink!

Ren Qingxia: Even if we can't beat them, we have to drink.

Chu Shangming: Drink!
He brought the bowl to his lips and gulped it down, then licked his lips, somewhat surprised. "Sweet." The servant rolled his eyes speechlessly. He'd already said it was brown sugar water; of course it was sweet. Did these four idiots think he'd brought poison?

"It's really sweet." Ren Qingxia was the second to drink it, savoring the taste in her mouth, her expression gradually becoming strange. "It really tastes like brown sugar water."

Upon hearing this, Pei Yunjian and Yan Chengtong exchanged a glance, each took a sip from their bowls, and then drank the rest of their drinks.

The servant took the empty bowl out, and the sound of the door being locked came from outside.

Chu Shangming glanced out the window and asked in confusion, "Why do they want us to drink brown sugar water all of a sudden?"

“It’s a custom in Guiyun City before marriage.” Pei Yunjian slumped weakly on the table, rubbing his aching stomach. “I heard about it when I was inquiring about it in the city.”

Seeing his pale face, Ren Qingxia couldn't help but feel sorry for him. She got up and sat down next to him, reaching out to rub his stomach.

Yan Chengtong secretly rolled his eyes; he simply couldn't bear to watch. Normally, he would have already made a sarcastic remark, but after being starved for two days, he had absolutely no energy left.

"Brother Yan, you also have a stomachache?" Chu Shangming asked warmly and with concern. "Shall I rub it for you?"

"No." Yan Chengtong refused decisively, looking him up and down with a puzzled expression. "We've both been hungry for two days, how come you're still so energetic?"

Chu Shangming smiled and said, "Someone brought me food, so I didn't go hungry."

"Who?" the three asked almost in unison.

Chu Shangming said, "Brother Lin."

Three people:? ? ?
"Who is that?"

“It was the person who was in charge of guarding me,” Chu Shangming said. “He said I looked like his deceased sworn brother and couldn’t bear to see me go hungry, so he secretly brought me some meat and steamed buns.”

"I'm right next door to you, why won't you share some with me?" Yan Chengtong said indignantly. He was starving, and this guy was eating meat right next to him?!
"I asked you," Chu Shangming said innocently. "You said no, I thought you weren't hungry."

Yan Chengtong tried hard to recall, and it seemed that Chu Shangming had indeed asked him, but wasn't Chu Shangming asking if he wanted clothes?
He was too hungry to move, and who needs clothes in the middle of summer? So he replied, "No."

So, they were actually asking him if he ate meat?

He wants it!

Chu Shangming: "I was worried that if someone overheard me asking if you wanted to eat, it wouldn't be good for Brother Lin, so I changed my question." After all, it's the middle of summer, and the room isn't cold, so who needs clothes?

Yan Chengtong gritted his teeth: "Can't you just give it to me directly?"

“It will fall to the ground,” Chu Shangming said. “Brother Yan, you don’t eat things that fall to the ground, it’s a waste.”

Yan Chengtong: "..."

What kind of time is this to be so fussy!
Ahhh! ! !
Why did he even come out with this group of bastards?!

He's suffered every hardship of his life along the way!

He really wants to go home!!!
"Brother Yan, why are you crying? Brother Yan?" Seeing tears rolling down Yan Chengtong's cheeks, Chu Shangming was stunned and quickly pulled out the remaining half of a cold steamed bun from his pocket. "Brother Yan, have some..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ren Qingxia snatched it away with lightning speed, cut it in two, stuffed one half into Pei Yunjian's mouth, and placed the other half next to Yan Chengtong.

The two were so hungry that they wolfed down their food, stretching their necks to swallow.

Chu Shangming hesitated before asking, "...Um, don't you guys want some water?"

Ren Qingxia: "There's no water in the kettle."

“I have some.” Chu Shangming took out three palm-sized thin bamboo tubes from his trouser leg and handed half a bag of dried meat to Ren Qingxia.

The three of them stared wide-eyed.

They were all locked up one after the other, so where did this guy get so much stuff?
Couldn't there be an older brother who thinks they look like his sworn brothers and takes care of them?

(End of this chapter)