Let's head to a small county town in the north first, find a place to rent, and start a small business to make ends meet.

Wait until the weather cools down in the second half of the year and then take out these stolen fur clothes to sell. Even if they are sold at half price, one hundred taels of silver is still a sure thing.

With that hundred taels of silver, we can do bigger business later.

When I have earned enough money, I will buy a house outside, have children, and soar freely like birds in the sky. The sea is vast, and fish can swim wherever they please.

He wanted to live his own life, to prove to everyone, especially Lao Yang's family,

His choice, is always right.

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Even without Yang Ruohua's protection and the support of Yang Wenxuan as a pillar, Yang Huaming still managed to thrive.

When he succeeds, gets rich, and returns home in fine clothes with his beautiful wives and sons, no one will dare to say a word against him.

Laugh at poverty, not at prostitutes. In this world, whoever has money and power gets to call the shots!

While Yang Huaming and Xiaojuan hurried to leave Yun City under the cover of night, the soldiers had already arrived at Yang's residence. Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

Handcuffs and chains, along with an arrest warrant, directly took Yang Wenxuan away who was discussing matters with the old patriarch and other relatives of the Yang family. Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

Apart from that, several other key figures involved in the case were also taken away.

For a moment, the Yang family was thrown into chaos. Even Old Master Yang, who had seen countless storms and upheavals in his lifetime, was overcome with anger, anxiety, and fear, and fainted on the spot.

After a flurry of activity, the old grandfather finally woke up.

“Awake, awake, finally awake...”

People surrounded the bed.

The old butler, along with relatives of the family, all wore worried and anxious expressions on their faces.

The old grandfather swept his gaze across the crowd, but he couldn't see his son. He immediately felt a pang of worry.

"Why are you all here? What's going on?"

"Where's Wuxian? Where did he go?" the old grandfather asked in a trembling voice.

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All those gathered by the bed stared at each other, then an elderly man, a cousin of the old gentleman, stepped forward and wailed, "Brother! Something happened at home. Wen Xuan and Wen Fu and the others were arrested by the government. Don't you remember?"

What?

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Arrested by the authorities?

The old grandfather's muddled mind suddenly cleared, and the events before his fainting flashed through his memory one by one.

He struggled to sit up, "Hurry, get me paper and a pen, I'm going to write another letter to the steward of Nan Wang Fu..."

A few days ago, for family matters, the old patriarch had already gone to Licheng.

He tried to leverage his past relationship with the former steward of Nan Wangfu, hoping he would lend a hand.

Lord Nanwang Luo Feixiong was a noble, and Old Master Yang knew his place. Even though he was a wealthy merchant, it would be difficult to reach someone of such high standing.

But the head butler was different.

If you have the money, I might be able to help.

The steward of the prime minister's household was an official of the third rank. King Nan, known as the Southern King, went on campaigns to the north and south. His fiefdom was in Lichi City.

Yuncheng is a vassal town of Lichi City. The county magistrate can be said to be a subordinate of the Southern King.

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Now this little follower is trying to stir up trouble with the Yang family, going to find the head honcho's housekeeper to mediate. Maybe things will just die down like that.

So, the old master went to Licheng a few days ago, but he took out half of his entire fortune to prepare gifts for the steward of Nanwangfu.

And the steward, having received the gifts, gave the old patriarch reassuring words, telling him to return and await good news, that he would take care of it.

But now, not only has it not been resolved, but Wen Xuan was also found to be involved in several murder cases and was arrested by the government and imprisoned.

The old patriarch panicked, could it be that the coffin had sunk?

"Hurry, get the pen and ink ready. I'm going to write a letter to the steward myself and ask him what's going on!"

The old grandfather was both anxious and angry, and was helped down from the bed to the table by someone.

The hand that held the pen trembled so violently that before a single character could be written, a drop of thick black ink fell onto the paper.

Meanwhile, all the other members of the Yang family cast expectant glances at the trembling hand of the patriarch, which clutched a calligraphy brush.

Just like a person who is about to drown, seeing a lifebuoy floating by their side.

The old patriarch took several deep breaths, trying his best to calm himself down. Then, he organized his thoughts and wrote the letter as quickly as possible.

The letter was folded carefully, placed inside an envelope, sealed with wax, and then given to the old butler.

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“Hurry, find a reliable person who can ride a horse and send them to Licheng tonight. Deliver it personally to the chief steward.”

A frantic letter was sent out overnight, and now there was only the agonizing wait...

In the great prison of Yun Cheng.

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Yang Wenxuan leaned against the iron bars of the cage, which were as thick as a child's arm, and strained his head out through the gaps.

Shouting hoarsely toward the exit on the other side of the hallway, "I'm truly innocent! I demand to see your county magistrate..."

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Several jailers set up a table at the entrance of the corridor, with some small dishes and two jars of wine on it.

Yes, these dishes and wine were sent by Yang Ruoqing.

With the county magistrate's token, she came here to visit her imprisoned loved one, disguised as a man.

She treated those jailers with good wine and food, and even gave each of them five hundred wen. As they were eating and drinking, she swaggered down the dark hallway toward Yang Wenxuan's cell.

Hearing footsteps coming towards him, Yang Wenxuan first quieted down, as if trying to discern the direction of the sound.

When he truly realized someone was coming toward him, he became even more excited, like he'd been injected with chicken blood.

“Sir, I am wronged! I have grievances! I must seek justice!”

"Uncle Wenxuan, long time no see!"

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A melodious voice rang out. A man dressed as a woman but with a delicate face stood before the cage, smiling at Yang Wenxuan through the bars.

This voice...is it a female?

Yang Wenxuan was taken aback, squinting his eyes to carefully look at the person in front of him.

The cell was dimly lit, with a pine torch stuck in every other groove along the wall.

When the pine oil burns out, the entire cell will be plunged into endless darkness until the next day's dawn.

At this moment, the pine oil torches were burning down to their ends, and the light grew increasingly dim.

Yang Wenxuan squinted his eyes, looked at her for a while, then suddenly gasped and asked in surprise, "Are you...the daughter of the businessman from the Lao San family?"

Last time when Old Yang's family came to recognize their relatives, that daughter also came. At the time, she was dressed as a man just like this.

"My dear niece, you've arrived just in time. Come up with a plan to save your old uncle, please."

Yang Wenxuan pleaded with Yang Ruqing, his eyes scanning the surroundings. "This place is really not a place for people to live in," he said. "It's full of flies and mosquitoes. I've been bitten all over just within an hour of coming in..."

"It's pitch black, hot and stuffy everywhere, it stinks to high heaven! Your old uncle is about to go crazy..."