Chapter 10: 10.第10章 娘亲早就发现你了1

“How is that possible! It’s just that...”

Mu Xiaobao immediately put on a smiling face again. Holding his mother's hand, he turned back and waved, his clear voice ringing out once more.

“Thank you, Uncle!”

“Safe travels, Uncle!”

“See you next time!”

Soon, Ye Beiling was left all alone in the forest, a solitary figure.

Why did he have the feeling of being discarded once he had served his purpose? If it hadn't been for the intimidation of his single sword strike, how could this mother and son have swindled money so smoothly?

To rob the Fu family for a travel permit, yet rob them of IOUs instead of cash? These strange mother and son, since they happened to be traveling the same way, he had to get to the bottom of it.

Ye Beiling did not linger in Yue City. After eating his fill and staying overnight, Mu Lingbo took Xiaobao and continued toward Lijing, the capital of the Ziwu Kingdom.

The Cangyao Dynasty into which she had been reborn was divided into sixteen vassal states, occupying most of the land area of the Beiming Continent, and was controlled by the supreme imperial clan of Shenglin City.

Among these sixteen enfeoffed royal clans, three lineages were the most powerful, and the Xuanyuan clan of the Ziwu Kingdom was one of these three great royal families.

After a week of weary travel, they finally arrived in Huaizhou, south of Lijing, separated from the capital by only a single mountain.

“Shopkeeper, I want the most expensive room in your inn, and then prepare a table of your most expensive dishes to be sent to my room,” Mu Lingbo said, her finger tapping lightly on the inn's counter as she thought. “Also, I don't like using bedsheets, quilts, or pillows that others have used. Find me the best tailor shop and buy a set of the most expensive ones.”

The shopkeeper had been beaming when he first heard "the most expensive," but later he was stunned.

“Only the most expensive?”

“That’s right. Charge this bill to the gentleman behind me wearing the royal blue outer robe.”

The shopkeeper was puzzled. “Will that work?”

Mu Lingbo pursed her lips and smiled. “Don't worry, shopkeeper. If he doesn't show up within two hours, come find me. I guarantee you won't be short a single cent.”

“Alright then. Can you describe this gentleman specifically? Relying on just one piece of clothing makes it too easy to mistake someone.”

Mu Lingbo rubbed her chin, thinking for a long time. “I can't remember his appearance clearly. In short, he is the kind of person you'll know is wealthy the moment you see him.”

“Our inn is the best in Huaizhou and a mandatory stop for those heading to Lijing. Recently, due to the royal festivities, many guests have been arriving, and most of them look wealthy at a glance. Are there any more obvious characteristics?”

“He is also carrying a very distinctive ink-colored longsword. If you see that, you won't be mistaken; there won't be a second person with that equipment.”

The shopkeeper nodded thoughtfully and had a waiter lead her upstairs.

Just as Mu Lingbo left, a handsome little head suddenly popped up from behind the counter. “Good afternoon, old uncle!”

Seeing that Mu Lingbo had already gone to the second floor, Mu Xiaobao climbed onto the counter and whispered, “Add a box of silver pearl candies too. You don't need to bring them up with the food; Xiaobao will come to get them himself later. Also, put it on that uncle's tab.”

The hurried "thump-thump" of footsteps immediately came from the stairs.

Hearing this sound, Mu Xiaobao's mouth puckered, and he sobbed, “Mother, I was wrong...”

Mu Lingbo hauled Mu Xiaobao down from the counter. “Shopkeeper, from now on, if this brat asks for candy, ignore him. Otherwise, the room fee won't be paid!”

Not long after the mother-son farce, the shopkeeper indeed saw a young man in a royal blue outer robe walking in under the twilight. His beautiful eyes scanned the surroundings alertly, as if searching for someone.

“Shopkeeper, excuse me, is there a mother and son staying here? The child is about five...” Before Ye Beiling could finish, he heard the shopkeeper looking at him and muttering to himself.

“Royal blue outer robe, an ink sword, clearly a wealthy man...” The shopkeeper's eyes crinkled with a smile. “It must be this gentleman.”