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At that moment, Aunt Huang was thinking to herself: the Zhu Clan had already been sent back to the Zhu Family, and the future marriages of those twin sisters would depend on her. If one of them became unhappy, she would let them taste the pain of being Aunt Huang, avenging the grievances she had suffered in the past.
"Miss," Qin'er said, holding Tide's small hand and looking at the gradually thinning crowd on the street with some concern. "Where will we stay tonight?" Their stomachs were full, but finding a place to sleep had become a problem.
Qing Luan furrowed her brow tightly; she had been worried about this matter as well. After running around all day, the sky was getting darker, and she didn't know if those who were chasing them were close behind. She felt anxious but couldn't show it; otherwise, Qin'er and Tide would be even more frightened.
"Qin'er, how much silver do you have left?" The money they had spent in the village over the past six months had all come from Qin'er. Earlier, when she felt there was no other way, she had gone to town to exchange for silver notes. Since she had silver notes in hand, she used Qin'er's money first, planning to pay her back later. But now she felt extremely frustrated—if only she had developed a habit of carrying silver notes with her when going out, they wouldn't have to sleep on the streets now.
Qin'er bit her lip and thought for a moment before saying, "I didn't spend much in the village, but I didn't bring much with me either. I only have a little over one tael left." When she was at the Chen Family, the Zhu Clan treated her well, so she often received some rewards. She had enough to eat and drink at Chen Residence, so she hadn't spent much silver; it was just that she felt sorry for what had been burned in the fire.
"A little over one tael..." Qing Luan murmured, knowing that they absolutely could not touch that one tael of silver; otherwise, they would have no chance of turning their situation around. "Let's go see if there's a temple nearby; perhaps we can stay there for the night." As long as they weren't troublesome, it shouldn't be too much of a problem.
"Miss," Qin'er said as she pulled off her purse and handed it to Qing Luan. "You should keep this silver on you. I don't know much about it or how to use it. Tide and I will listen to your instructions, so it's better for you to hold onto the silver."
Holding the purse in her hand, Qing Luan felt its weight—a heavy burden of trust from Qin'er and responsibility for Tide's future rested on her shoulders. Did she have the ability to turn things around?
Looking at Tide's curious gaze fixed on everything in the street, filled only with wonder yet unaware that Liu Grandma was no longer there—her only relative had left just like that. If it weren't for her presence, they might be poor but would still find happiness easily; those who are easily satisfied are often content. But now... thinking of this brought tears to her eyes; she bore too many lives on her shoulders, suffocating under the weight.
"Someone has fallen into the water! Someone has fallen into the water!" Suddenly, a scream broke through the hurried footsteps of people on the street, causing chaos all around.
Standing in the middle of the road, Qing Luan and Qin'er were instinctively pushed forward by passersby who were rushing toward the commotion, their expressions bewildered and helpless.
By the riverbank, a crowd had gathered like an eruption from underground, chattering away until a heart-wrenching cry interrupted Qing Luan's confusion: "My son! Save my son! Save my son!"
"Alas, it's the Lin family's late-born child," someone in the crowd recognized the child who had fallen into the water and said with a heavy heart. "The Lin couple are such good people; they finally had a precious son in their old age, but who would have thought...?"
"His face is already blue; it seems there's no hope for rescue!"
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