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Chapter 1702: Chapter 1702: Departure
Everyone completely looks down on them. Their aunt died, and the two of them act like nothing happened, not sad at all.
The two of them really didn’t know. After wandering around enough, they went back inside to sleep.
Right now nothing matters more than the body.
They were woken up. The servant outside kept shouting relentlessly.
"Seventh Young Master, Eighth Young Master, the Marquis wants you to come over."
Of course the two of them didn’t refuse, and went together to see that man.
They really were very curious about this family.
They arrived at the Marquis’s study; servants were guarding outside and led the two of them in.
The two of them were in very poor condition now, you could see it at a glance.
Ye Zongshen frowned as he looked at his two sons coming in.
"Sit down, both of you."
Meng Po didn’t bother being polite at all, yanked Qi Wen down to sit. The two of them stared straight at Ye Zongshen.
This Marquis had some presence, and his looks were decent.
Being stared at like this by his two sons made Ye Zongshen displeased.
In the Marquis Mansion, he was absolute authority. Even though he had many wives, concubines, and children, no one dared stare at him so fearlessly.
Thinking of the matter this time, he held back his temper.
"Your aunt has already been thickly buried. Now your health is poor, so I’m sending you to the countryside to recuperate in peace."
Qi Wen didn’t even feel like talking. What kind of person is this.
?
Thick burial of the aunt? So that means she and the two of them met with the accident together. If not for Meng Po and them transmigrating over, these unlucky brothers would be thickly buried too, right?
Who knows how ’thick’ that burial actually is?
Meng Po wanted to speak but Qi Wen tugged at him. Saying anything now was useless. If you’ve got a grudge, you take revenge—but you need the capital for that first.
"When you go to the countryside, someone will take care of you. Go pack your luggage, you’ll be leaving in a bit."
The two of them still didn’t say a single word, utterly speechless toward this Marquis. Actually, it was understandable: they were the Seventh and Eighth Young Masters—that is to say, the Human Realm Marquis simply didn’t lack sons.
"Pack what?" Meng Po’s tone was bad.
"Know your place. Take everything you use and wear."
They had quite a lot of stuff; before, a wave of the hand could collect it, so now they really weren’t used to this.
?
Zhu Huai’en said, "Seventh Young Master, this is fifty taels of Silver for each of you from the Marquis. The Marquis said the two of you should nourish yourselves well in the countryside and don’t need to come back for the festivals."
Qi Wen took the Silver and nodded. That’s fifty taels each, and from now on there’s no ties; they’re treating it as if these two sons don’t exist.
The servants helped load their stuff onto the carriage. The two of them could feel the servants’ sympathy toward them.
Only at night did the carriage finally stop. Out in the wilderness—wasn’t this the perfect night for murder?
Qi Wen really did guess right. When the driver took out a knife, planning to kill them, Meng Po already had a dagger pressed against his back.
"Seventh Young Master, spare me, I was only following orders."
"It’s not impossible to spare you. You’re going to write out a confession, press your handprint on it. You can go back and report that you’ve already killed us."
"Seventh Young Master, what confession am I supposed to write?"
When he tried to resist, Meng Po’s dagger had already stabbed in. They didn’t want to accumulate Karma, didn’t want to leave cause-and-effect. But as long as they didn’t kill ordinary people, it was fine.
"Seventh Young Master, spare me, spare me. I’ll write, I’ll write."
Meng Po let go of the driver. When he tried to run, Qi Wen stabbed his leg with the dagger.
The two of them just listened to the driver’s screams. "He really doesn’t know what’s good for him."
"Normal."
The driver watched the two half-grown boys walking over and, terrified, backed away.
"Last chance."
This time the driver obediently wrote; he was truly scared. He’d just go back and say he’d killed the two of them and still get rewarded, and could take the money and leave.
Thinking like that, he didn’t conceal anything, wrote it all down. For a servant to be able to write at all was already something; his writing was hideous, but legible.
The two of them both understood in their hearts: what good is a servant’s confession? This was just something to show the Marquis in the future.
On the way out, the servants had treated this driver with quite a bit of respect. He was the Marquis’s driver, and the reason he was sent to take them this time was that the Madam and the Marquis personally arranged it.
After the confession was written, Meng Po read through it once.
"You know quite a lot. Perfect, now tell us about our matter."
"Seventh Young Master, I don’t know."
"Why are you so clueless about your situation?"
Hearing the Eighth Young Master, the driver shivered in fright.
"If you won’t talk, forget it. Let him go talk to King Yan."
"I’ll talk, I’ll talk.
It’s because the Second Young Master was jealous that you two were always being praised by the tutor. The Madam also looked down on Aunt Mei, and the Marquis even wanted to send you two to Yuelu Academy.
So the Madam struck first. She was afraid you two would affect the Second Young Master and the rest."
Qi Wen nodded. This was normal; that woman’s methods were rather vicious.
"Where was Aunt Mei buried?"
"The Marquis personally arranged it; she was buried in the Ye Family ancestral grave."
Qi Wen nodded. That should make that woman hate even more, right?
Ancient people value burial ground. This was pretty good too, giving that woman who died miserably a place to rest.
"You can leave now."
The driver looked at the carriage, then at the two half-grown kids staring at him, still uneasy inside—how could they know how to fight?
Following the Marquis, he knew the Seventh and Eighth Young Masters hadn’t formally started learning with Master Wu yet.
He limped away. Qi Wen and Meng Po sat down beside the carriage.
With mortal bodies tossed around like this, they really were hungry.
"Don’t know if the dry rations are tampered with. I’m hungry," Meng Po said with a sigh.
"I’m hungry too. We brought pastries, let’s just make do with those. Don’t eat the dry rations they gave us; we’ll buy some tomorrow.
I’m really curious—how come your basic life skills are worse than mine?"
"Tch. I’m a genuine Second Generation Immortal. Not like you."
"Yeah? With such a lofty identity, how’d you end up a Ghost Immortal?"
"Don’t bring up my tragic past. You’ll find out later."
Hearing that, Qi Wen dropped the topic. Each of them took two pastries.
"I know how to drive a carriage."
Meng Po was stunned. "Really?"
"Yeah. I worked on a farm before. My mom made the three of us siblings go work on the farm, driving a cart was no big deal."
"Awesome, I’m jealous of you."
Qi Wen didn’t know what Meng Po could possibly be jealous of.
He knew she had a story, and of course wouldn’t tear open a good friend’s old wounds. So they just sat by the carriage waiting for dawn.
Early the next morning, the two of them were still sitting outside the carriage.
Qi Wen honestly wasn’t used to it at first, but quickly adapted.
They didn’t even have a set destination. "Let’s get far away from here and let them enjoy themselves for a couple of years first."
"You decide, I’ll follow you."
"Let’s go to a bustling place first, get some food. We can’t go on like this."
"Qi Wen, can you cook?"
"Sure, though I’m no good at complicated stuff. If not, we can buy a middle-aged couple—then we’ll have someone to drive and someone to cook."
"Sounds good. Will we live up in the mountains later?"
"Why the mountains?"