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The bandits were so frightened that they all took out their purses, and found a large bag of cold steamed buns, more than a dozen in total, enough for the two of them to eat for several days.

Yang Shen picked up the purse, emptied out the copper coins inside, counted them, and frowned, saying, "Only three hundred coins. You're a poor wretch."

Yichun continued to swing his sword, dissatisfied: "Not a single coin is to be left! Hand it all over!"

The bandits wept bitterly, practically pulling down their pants: "Queen, it's really over! Even beheading won't save us!"

Yichun had no choice but to sheathe his sword in frustration, saying, "If you ever rob passersby again, I'll cut off your hands and draw turtles on your faces!"

After the bandits fled in a panic, Yang Shen couldn't help but secretly laugh as he looked at her.

Yichun said seriously, "Don't laugh, where are the three hundred coins from earlier? Where are they stored?"

He shrugged: "What, three hundred coins?"

"Damn it! You want to pocket all that money?! That's money meant for buying horses! Hand it over now!"

"Anyway, it was my mount that died, so I'll be the one to buy it. Senior sister, please don't interfere."

"You don't know anything about daily necessities when you're not in charge of the household! What if you squander it? Master only gave us twenty taels of silver, what kind of horse can that buy? If we don't save now, what will we do when we run out of money and have to beg for food?"

"What are you talking about! Master already instructed us to resolve this matter within a year. Twenty taels of silver should be enough to live on for a year!"

"What do you mean, a year?" Yichun asked, looking at him intently. "Did Master say anything about resolving something within a year?"

Yang Shen was stunned and remained silent for a long time.

After a long silence, he suddenly sighed, plopped down on the ground, and whispered, "So...she didn't know...Master didn't tell her?"

"What did you say?" Yichun squatted down as well, staring at him with wide eyes.

He rolled his eyes and smiled dismissively, "It's nothing... Master means that we have a year to decide who will inherit Zhan Chun."

Yichun hesitated for a moment: "Strange, why didn't Master tell me about this..."

Yang Shen opened his mouth, about to speak, when he suddenly heard a commotion not far ahead, as if someone was shouting urgently.

The two men exchanged a glance, quickly led their horses and gave chase. They hadn't gone far when they saw the bandits who had robbed them earlier hanging high from the treetops by ropes, crying and screaming for their parents.

Two people, a man and a woman, stood under the tree; they were both quite attractive.

The girl looked young, with very bright and lively eyes. She looked up at the bandits and clapped her hands, cheering, "Serves you right! Who told you to be so poor even as bandits? You don't have a single coin on you!"

The bandits were naturally speechless with grievances. Could it be that they had intended to rob a passerby, but instead the passerby robbed them of all their money?

The man stood to one side, dressed in a very flamboyant and luxurious style. His outer robe was as red as the sunset, and his long, black hair was not tied up, hanging half of it down his back like a piece of black brocade.

He said lazily, yawning, "Little Pumpkin, put him down first. He has no money, but his clothes are worth a few coins. Peel them off."

The girl called Little Pumpkin frowned and said, "Master, this is too underhanded! At least leave the clothes for them, it's still cold!"

The young man's tone remained lazy: "When they robbed us, they weren't so kind as to leave us clothes because it was cold."

Little Pumpkin was really going to put the bandits down and strip them of their clothes when Yichun couldn't help but walk over and say, "Why bother stripping them of their clothes? They didn't really steal anything from you."

The two men turned around at the same time, and both Yichun and Yang Shen were taken aback.

The man had a face as white as fresh snow, and looked gentle and kind, like a good-natured person who only did good deeds and never did bad ones.

Moreover, he was very handsome. The phrase "as beautiful as jade" is not appropriate to describe a man, but he absolutely deserves it.

He looked them up and down, snorted, turned and walked away, saying, "Little Pumpkin, clean up the mess."

Little Pumpkin quickly agreed, and with a flick of his sleeve, a yellow smoke immediately filled the air. Yichun reacted quickly and took several steps back, but still smelled a pungent odor and couldn't help but sneeze several times.

Yang Shen and the bandits inside weren't so lucky. The powder made their noses and eyes water. Fortunately, Yang Shen was strong enough not to faint on the spot like the bandits, but after the powder dissipated, his eyes were still red and swollen, his throat was sore, and his head felt like it was being pricked by needles.

The mysterious and detestable master and servant duo had long since vanished. Yi Chun grabbed Yang Shen and clung to him, anxiously asking, "Are you alright?! Was it poison?"

Yang Shen waved his hand, unable to speak, then rolled his eyes and finally fainted.

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This is a heavily revised chapter.

Five chapters

Because Yang Shen was "poisoned," Yi Chun had no choice but to find an inn in Xiande Town to settle Yang Shen down to sleep before going out to fetch a doctor.

Before they left, their master gave each of them ten taels of silver and told them very seriously: "Spend it sparingly, because once it's gone, it's gone."

Yichun touched his empty purse and looked up at the large sign at the entrance of the clinic: "Consultation fee starts at fifty coins, difficult and complicated diseases start at one hundred coins."

For a moment, I suddenly felt ashamed of being poor. I hesitated for a long time at the entrance of the clinic, unable to decide whether to go in or not. It's not easy being away from home these days; food, clothing, shelter, and transportation all cost money. If my sword were to break, repairing it would cost a lot of silver. If I were to suffer from acclimatization issues, getting headaches and fevers all the time, ten taels of silver would probably be gone in a couple of days.

"Young lady, may I enter?"

A man's voice suddenly sounded behind her. Yichun quickly apologized and took two steps back to let the man go first.

The man was dressed in a narrow-sleeved hunting outfit. His left arm was covered in blood, soaking his clothes, but he didn't seem to feel any pain at all. He remained calm and said gently, "Please ask Doctor Qiu to come out."

The waiter who was serving him was probably a newcomer. He had never seen him before, but seeing that the man was dressed in fine clothes and had an extraordinary demeanor, he assumed that the waiter had caught a fat sheep. He immediately said with a smile, "Young master, Dr. Qiu is the star doctor of our clinic. He sees at least a hundred or a thousand patients every day. He is not like an ordinary doctor. If you want to see him, you must first pay a deposit of one tael of silver."

One tael of silver! What a rip-off! Yichun was startled.

The young man paused for a moment, then took a wooden plaque from his waist and said, "Take this to Doctor Qiu, and he will know."

The waiter, having failed to collect the deposit, could only mutter under his breath as he went inside to call for help. A short while later, the curtain was lifted, and a young doctor, around thirty years old, strode out, cupping his hands in a fist salute to the young man, saying, "I'm sorry, Young Master Yan, the new kid is unruly and doesn't recognize you. I've kept you waiting."